How often have you wanted your camera when it was inaccessible?
How often have those moments occurred when you were on the toilet?
No, this isn't going to be a sophmoric essay about massive poo. No, not at all. What captured my desire to have a camera available was a small train that came zooming under the door as I sat "enthroned". It was followed by a small hand I knew to be attached to the larger of the two small people in my home. The moment provided the quintessential image of parenthood - constant, never-ending, unceasing attention. To everything. Coupled with an utter lack of privacy.
Anyway, the scene made me giggle, always a welcome event, and I regretted the lack of photographic equipment.
And, yeah, it's been a while - I'm not interested in dwelling on the matter.
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