Last winter, when we first moved to our neighborhood, I used to take the camera out a lot when I went on walks with Aaron, back before he became a semi-uncontrollable toddler behemoth requiring two hands to corral. It was a way to get to know the neighborhood, and it made me notice a lot of things I don't know if I'd have noticed otherwise (I am extremely unobservant of my surroundings, in the best of circumstances). To name a few, that three-legged cat that hangs around at the bottom of our hill. My favorite bobbing wooden boat that's always moored to the same place. A crumbling building painted a shade of green that makes it look perpetually wet from rain.
Nowadays, I find myself bringing my camera out less but, when it's a particularly beautiful day or if we're going to a new neighborhood, I'll still lug it around with me. And when I don't, I inevitably am always kicking myself for not doing so. Since our time in Istanbul has coincided with Aaron's first year of life, I've been more attached to my camera than I normally am, but how else are you supposed to get a photo of your baby unconcernedly looking at his sock in one of most beautiful structures in the world? Hm?