most of all i love the waiting for Mizz Ballet Teacher to arrive, holding the camera like it’s made of pure gold while my daughter is bouncing on her slippers across from her reflection…the fact that the view finder is stuck between two sides of a teeny window frame, the possibility of having to be a seriously vain mother in order to get good pictures when this is all done and worth it, the essence of every snapshot clearly favoring me when it comes to forming an opinion of just how much ballet improves a child’s personality…the color behind the lens i don’t see but feel…the world of inspiration in one single room worth $12 an hour…the fact that i have to lodge my camera again against a piece of plexi-glass? oh yeah man, squishing my eyes between the frame? all that you mean? that par? priceless. jesus christ, for everything else there’s God.
