I swear, I do smile and laugh a lot. But my 13 year old photographer son doesn’t tell me when my jacket is falling off one shoulder or when I look like I’ve fallen gravely ill under harsh shadows. The smiley shot didn’t make the cut this time around. The intricacies of the camera are just a few things my son and I are working on these days, and he seems to really enjoy it. As he snaps, we stop, go over lighting, ISO, aperture, how to go manual and so forth. Of course my wheels start turning and I immediately start researching digital photography classes for teens, along with sports, music … polo, archery, canoeing (because the internet does that to me) and all the things I’d like to expose him to. Then the jet-lag sets in and I start to realize I haven’t even made dinner yet and the laundry is piling up. One step at a time, woman.

Just when I start to shut my computer off, I get a delightful email from