Senior: Seth

He admitted it freely: he didn't want his picture taken. But he was a good sport, obliging his sentimental mother and tolerating me. Me? I saw him as a challenge. I wanted to prove to him that I could make picture-time fun and not pure torture. He was, in my opinion, my Mona Lisa, waiting to be painted.

Okay, wait.

That didn't help anything.



No, Seth, I did NOT just compare you to the Mona Lisa. Ummm...I was just using a artistic analogy that hopefully most people will understand. Because, well, most people don't know any paintings, but they do know the Mona Lisa. And, hey, at least I didn't compare you to Edvard Munch's Scream. :-P Umm. I'll be quiet now. Seriously.

Seth is an athlete and as we were exploring the city, camera in hand, he showed me some of his parkour tricks. Ummmm. I'm glad he didn't fall, let's just leave it at that. (And I think I should've set my phone on speed-dial for the hospital in case I needed an ambulance.)

But, wow, isn't it cool what he can do? I almost wanted him to teach me. But I thought of my camera and decided I didn't want to ruin it. Cuz inevitably I would've been on the way to the hospital.

Once safely back on the ground, we (his mom and me) breathed a collective sigh of relief and stuck with more sane moments, rather than all the acrobatics.

Which were pretty cool, too. (Even if he really really tried not to smile at all my antics!)

And that, folks, is what happened the day that Seth let me take his picture.