Innocent mischief, caught hiding in the garden shed. The children wear the story on their faces. A game of hide-and-go-seek, glee of hiding from me. The small shed, just their size, was a thrilling play place discovery. Windows with missing panes made fun portholes to wave and peek through.
Treasured moments like these are why I treasure my camera that captures them, and for my memory that captures the ones my camera doesn't.
