I took this series of photos a few weeks ago. The kids had just finished their bath and they discovered it was great fun to fly off my little foot stool onto our bed. I sat there, camera in my lap, watching them and applauding their somersaults and kicks and belly flops. Even daddy joined in for a jump or two. I love seeing them fly.
As you probably know by now, I have a habit of shooting from the hip, or from around my neck, or from my lap. There are a lot of reasons why I love shooting this way. But I think it’s mainly because I have to relinquish some control. I have to sit the camera in my lap and trust that the photo will happen. Sure, I adjust my settings and try to compose how I like, but after that I just click. Then I look through the frames. I embrace the blur and imperfectness.
And I see that yes, the photo happened.