In my previous post, I described our weekend visit to Tindari to see the Black Madonna. In compliance with my husband’s Great Economy Drive, a restaurant lunch was forbidden, so we had a picnic here:
“This is so romantic!” declared my son, who is 6 years old.
He took that photo of the sea (above), and then he took a photo of my husband and me:
Then my husband took a photo of me with our son:
I know as a wife and mother I am supposed to be encouraging to all members of the family, but when there is such a blatant discrepancy in talent, you have to face up to it. At this point, I confiscated the camera and gave it back to my son, who took these photos:
He was very interested in the various textures of the leaves and the patterns his shoes made in the sand, as well as the strong contrast between light and shade produced by the intense sunlight.
Finally, I took a picture of the little photographer:
So, who do you think has the most talent in the family?