Tonight a thick fog fell over our neighborhood and the light at dusk was beautiful so I grabbed Hailey and my camera and ran out to capture a few shots in the moments before it got too dark. I concentrated on the foggy river banks and the glow of the lamplight, while Hailey amused herself by pretending we were spies on a secret mission, or by peering under mushrooms for signs of fairies. Every time I thought I had the perfect shot Hailey would rush into the frame, but instead of asking her to move and I'd let her stand in the shot and shoot it to get the light right until she would run off to chase dragon flies or to insist that she saw a sea-monster in the water below.

What I found though is that my favorite pictures from the day were the ones with her in them, even though at the time I thought she was a bit in the way. I wonder when that changes? When do I become the bother to her? When does she wait impatiently for me to step back out of the frame so that she can take her shot?

I hope it's longer than I think.