“oh no! She moved out of that pretty light before I could get my camera.”

Half joking I said, “hey, sweetie, do you want to get in that pretty light again for mommy?” 

I fully expected her to ignore me but instead she let out a slightly exasperated sigh and said “Okay. I’ll go back into the pretty light.”

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Written by Lisa R. Howeler

As a writer, photographer and former journalist, Lisa R. Howeler writes a little bit about everything on her blog Boondock Ramblings. She's a wife and a mother and enjoys a good John Wayne movie and a cozy Jan Karon book. She's also a freelance writer and photographer who is a contributor to various stock agencies, including Lightstock and Alamy. Her photography work focuses on documentary and photojournalism.