One word -  vacation. Now for the real story. My oldest daughter received a digital camera as a present. She is an evil photographer. She is a juvenile paparrazzi. Her photos of her mother sleeping or me getting out of a pool looking extreme but not in a good way are just wrong. She is a sweet child but I believe that she is tantalizing a very evil side of her personality when she snaps a photo of me bending over to pick up a towel or of her mother instructing a child on how to dive. These photos on their own would not be wrong but you know when you run out of the house to get something at the store thinking no one will be there and you run into the 50 member group from church. Well, that would sum up these photos. For me I have always been amish about my photos my soul will be stolen if the photo is taken. At a Christmas party someone refused to stop taking my picture and I stole the camera, processed the photos and removed mine. I gave the camera back to the person (at church) and said “I told you to stop taking photos of me.”  My wife and I have one photo of us in our home. One! We like the photo of us eventhough visitors ask us who that is in the wedding photo when they visit the house. My daughter is not helping my self esteem or for that matter the digital photography world. I believe she disguises herself as she quietly approaches the prey until the most embarassing position presents itself and then SNAP!. Paris, Lindsey, Brittany I know your pain.

AH