More Evidence That I Suck at Photography

As if I haven't provided ample evidence of that already.

A. was entertaining Cubby yesterday while I collapsed on the couch in a sleep-deprived and mucous-beset swoon. Cubby has pretty recently gotten the hang of sitting up, which means, as A. discovered, that he can now sort of sit on Daddy's shoulders. If Daddy is vigilant in holding him with both hands so he doesn't go plummeting six feet off of Daddy's shoulders when he decides to fling himself backwards because the EXCITEMENT IS ALL TOO MUCH.

It is pretty exciting up there, what with the great fun of yanking at Daddy's hair and the close proximity to his beloved chandeliers.

Anyway, so Cubby was perched on A.'s shoulders, crowing with delight and grinning like a loon. I managed to recover sufficiently from my swoon to notice the Extreme Bonding occurring before my bloodshot and burning eyes. So I grabbed the camera from the table next to me and took a picture. Bonding moment captured! I am the recorder of the family memories! The maker of nostalgia!

Except.

We were inside. With no lights on. And directly behind the scene of enchantment I was attempting to capture was a very bright, sunny window. What this means is that I got a very nice silhouette of father and son, but it was just solid black. So you can't see the expression on Cubby's face or anything*. Yay me!

I fiddled with exposure and things in the photo software and managed to get it to where you can kind of see the actual people in the shot, but I think it still pretty much rates an F for photographic success.

Dammit.

* It also means you can't see that they're both wearing flannel shirts. It figures that I would finally get the father/son flannel shirt photo and you can't see the shirts. I am awesome.