Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A very pointed view of the world at 7:38pm, last evening
I love watching my son take pictures.
Last evening, just prior to bed, he asked me to turn the camera on for him as he wanted to take a couple pictures.
He took a picture of the screen on our window, the letter magnets on our fridge, a lot of the dog, me drinking a glass of water. And then I watched him open up the microwave so he could take a picture of its inside.
That's what you see here, in the second image--the inside of our microwave. All this happened at about 7:38pm; he took a picture of the clock too.
Alexander's picture making bonanza occurred after a slew of sock-it-to-your-mom-the-supposed-artist moments. While I was making dinner he wandered into the kitchen with three just-made drawings; on each page was a string of his letters (which are a brilliant conglomeration of "accurate" letters and letters Alex has made up on the path toward learning his letters). Each drawing/string of letters was the name of a lost dog.
Every artist needs a four year old child to talk to with frequency.