Weeb has a camera. It's pink, but beyond that, I can't recall much about it. Weeb is a very skilled 4 year old photographer and I thought I'd share some of her photographic insight into the important things in her universe.
Weeb has many fuzzy toys. I occasionally wake at night, jolted by thoughts of small fuzzy toys staring at me with beady, black eyes. So far I've found no fuzzy army evidence in my room, though I suspect it's only a matter of time.
Weeb has little plastic friends, as well. This shot is pre-stepped-on-head-which-snaps-off-easily-and-can't-be-easily-glued-so-toy-must-be-sneakily-disgarded-into-trash.
Here is a parade of little plastic pals. There was very little carnage in this circle of life. Though I am reminded that this was, in fact, a parade and NOT a circle of life.
Is a photo shoot ever complete without a shot of someone's butt? I think this is Weeb's cousin, JM. "Hey JM, wiggle your butt and I'll take a picture, okay?" "Okay!"
And, of course, the over exposed, self-shot hand. Classic!
Stay tuned for more Photogra-Weeb.
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