Friday, January 17, 2014

Capturing Personal Moments with a Point & Shoot Camera

Twice a year I head back to Virginia Beach where I visit my family and childhood home. For occasions like this, I have found that lugging a large bag of photo gear is not the best plan for me.

First of all, the visit is so hectic that I rarely get to use the equipment, no matter what my intent might have been when packing it. I hate to admit that sometimes it never even made it out of the bag. Secondly, I am technically off-duty as a photographer and a 3 lb. camera is not casual. These snapshots are not meant to be serious, but they mean a lot to me.

The real draw for me is seeing my parents, my siblings and their children. Here are a few of them.

I think that some of them like to ham it up...

What do you think?

 Sometimes a stroll around the block reveals strange things like a discarded mirror.

According to my nephew, he found "bigfoot's bed" less than a mile from my parent's house at Turtle Lake. To me it looked like a shallow pit with some branches, but I am not an expert.

 My parents have been in the same house since the 1960s when they were younger than I am now.

Pets are part of the family, and always underfoot.

The backyard is made for adventures of all sorts... in this case a daredevil's play ground.

In the spring, this horizontal vine turns into a mass of purple flowers.

 My Dad at his computer... I guess that is where I get my interest in these things. As a child, I remember him letting me listen to a record of an early computerized speech synthesis which sounds like Siri's great, great grandfather... You can hear that at

I'm not sure how to describe this one... 

Lots of attitude... Her green eyes will burn holes right through you.

From serious to nutty in 2 seconds flat...

Our little gymnast is incredibly strong. Here she is demonstrating an "easy" handstand.

I can almost see why this one will look like when he is older... 

This is a strange blow up balloon animal with a light shining through it.

The newest nephew...

My Dad made those butterflies for my mother at least 200 years ago.

The trampoline provides hours of fun.

My mother always has a hug for each of us... I might miss that the most.