Karin Nelson

My son wasn’t very happy with me today. I dragged him away from his friends for a little Sunday afternoon walk with the family (and a photo op, of course). He moaned and whined the whole time in the car. How long is this going to take? When will we back home? Why do I have to come, and so forth. When we got to destination, he barely wanted to get out of the car.

I proceeded to set up my tripod and started to shoot. After a while, he finally came to see what I was doing.

“Long exposure”, I replied. “I really could use some help with the timer.”

I handed him the iPhone and he stopped the time for my photos. We worked together for a bit, and then I watched him skip some rocks in the lake. After about 20 minutes, I told him that now we’d be going back home. I shouldered the tripod with the camera and we headed back to the car. Halfway there, he grabbed hold of my hand.

We walked together for a while, and when he let go, I found a daisy in my hand.