Their attention was rapt, probably a dog or car going by the house; maybe the wind in the trees. Diego was no doubt saying “oh!” or “my!” or “Justin!” Justin, ever obliging and polite to his little brother, put his attention where requested and I, quietly and lovingly snapped the shot as beat I could. I am a passable photographer at best. I can acknowledge that now as I near the end of my second 365 and I look back at what’s been taken. I can frame ok. I have a problem with focus. My exposure is all over the damn place. And my timing? It’s frequently a millisecond too late, a beat behind. But my subjects are generous and sooner or later I get what I want to capture; a candid moment of what I have given this world, these two will always be my greatest art.
