I am always taking photos. Mainly of my children, but often when they are with friends it is inevitable that I will take pictures of them too. This is a good thing because my kids will want photos of the people they grow up with.
Every so often I get a photo of someone else’s child that I know is a great shot (I’m not blowing my own trumpet, while I like to think I am quite good, if you take as many photos as I do, sheer chance means you will capture a few great photos). I know that if someone else had that image of one of my children I would be very grateful if they were to send it to me, yet something makes me hold back from sending it to them. Maybe it is because I am a bit more reserved without my Mr Geek veil of anonymity, maybe it is because I don’t want to be labelled as “That Guy”, but today I read the New York Times Article about Allen Goldberg and his son Henry. A story that I think has pushed me into sending those pictures. This REALLY is heart wrenching and I will confess to blubing a little when I read it, so do so at your own risk. I am not sure that those extra photos would have made all the difference, but he makes a good point, those photos should be shared!
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