As you may have heard, it snowed.
But it’s not like any photo is more “honest” than any other. And I like how playing with Hipstamatic (I do a lot of shaking-for-random-settings and multiple shots to see what comes through) frees me mentally from the fixation on taking a “good” picture—which, when we’re taking pictures of people, and especially our own children, seems to mean catching them looking happy. Obviously, I like pictures of my baby looking happy. I like it when she is happy. But sometimes happiness doesn’t look like what we think it should look like in a photo.
And I think at some point children start to perform photo-happiness as a way of showing us they are happy. There’s probably no way to avoid this, but maybe we can offer a more diverse archive of happiness in our family photos—to keep a record that says, I’m happy when you’re smiling, but a lot of the time, I’m happy when you’re not smiling. Because so are you.