I mean really…
I was looking through old photos today and I came across our Disney World vacation pictures from a couple years ago. This one was the prized gem of them all.
We made it our mission to make the dumbest possible faces at every camera on a ride. You know, at the height of scariness where everyone else is screaming in pure horror. This one was on the Tower of Terror. We got off that ride with so much anticipation of how our faces turned out and ran to the counter. And when we got there…oh, my, god! Tears were streaming down our faces while the old man working the counter took one look and said, “Well that’s one for grandma’s house”. DY-ING. You know this sucker was instantly purchased. I didn’t care if it was $1,000, I was getting it.
I kind of wish we didn’t have everyone else cropped out that was hanging on for dear life just so others could get the bigger picture. But that doesn’t even matter; it’s the moment that matters. That picture brings me back to laughing so hard that Pat had to take off his glasses to wipe away his tears and then lost them for good.
This is why I love photography.