Reflections

Reflections. That is what he wanted to call this. I had suggested several other titles. Telling him that an artist usually titles his work. He at first wanted to call it midnight light, but I quickly reminded him that it was far from midnight when the photo was taken. He laughed and chose Reflections. I was just happy with the opportunity to be out taking pictures of the moon that night. A great crescent moon heading down towards the West. I was even more happy with my son asking if he could come along. That feeling, however only intensified when he softly said to me, "dad, come look over here". I see it every where I look. I see things in rectangle. It is strange, I know, but I see rectangle images every where I look. Especially when I am in shooting mode. But to have my son see it too. That was pretty special. It was a simple "hey Dad, look over here", but to me it was much more. It was one of those rare, nice moments when parenting just feels right. Not yelling about chores, or homework. No yelling at him to stop bugging his brother, or sister. I turned my camera around, away from the crescent moon. Pointed it towards the ground aiming right for that little puddle. I asked him what he saw, and what he wanted. He explained he liked how the light from the street light bounced off the water, and he liked that one point where the light went right into his eyes. I adjusted, and pointed, and showed him. He simply said "yep". I asked again just to make sure. He looked and nodded. Holding the remote in my hand I pressed down and listened with him for soft subtle click of the lens. That happened several times as I adjusted and re-adjusted, showing him each time what the camera was looking at. It really is his picture. I only pressed the button.