My eldest adorable is four and loves to pirate the point-and-shoot camera and fill up the memory card. As I was deleting 254 photos of his toys, the tv, the floor, his feet and a couple of really cute shots of his brother (which I saved), I came across these:
A series of shots that he took while sitting in the jogging stroller.
Life really looks different from down here.
Like we’re on the ground.
Is this what it’s like to be small?
Do you have a headache yet? My apologies.
I kinda like this one looking straight up at the tree.
I’ve often wondered what the adorables do in there.
This one of the house is quite pretty. Maybe it’s just my love of houses.
Self-portrait of the artist.
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