Budding photographer

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. We sat at the dining table drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Ole milled around, climbing on and off the bench and chairs and fireplace hearth, stretching his little hands toward this or that. I moved things here or there, trying to anticipate his next move. Apple yes, candle no, pepper shaker no, newspaper fine, pen no, camera um. It faced him and he pushed the buttons with a surprising calm. Click click click, adjusting it so, click click. I let him play a while.

Ethereal and captivating, no?

Clearly, self-portraiture is his specialty.
Earlier I'd taken a whole series of photos while he looked away refusing to smile. Just smile for one and I'll quit, I promised...

Love this kid.