My two kids are still pretty young – seven (and 5/6ths, I’d be remiss in saying), and five. As such, we spend, and have spent, a pretty decent amount of time at the little playground in our neighborhood. When my oldest was about three, it was dubbed the Regi-Regular-Park (RRP for short). It was a mainstay in our daily outings, and as luck would have it, it’s also the school bus stop for our neighborhood. During the school year we are there twice a day, rain or shine or snow or sleet or clouds or wind or…
As someone who has spent many of the last few years shooting daily, I’ve also photographed the RRP, and my kids in it, a pretty ridiculous amount. Enough that I often feel like I’ve taken the same shots over and over and over and over again. And, truthfully, I have.
And yet, I keep bringing my camera to the park. I keep bringing it, not because I think that somehow, magically, things will be different this time. No, I keep bringing it for a couple of reasons. First, I like the challenge of trying to see things in a different way. I like trying new angles, and the playground certainly lets me get to vantage points I wouldn’t normally be able to access, and I definitely like seeing how many different ways I can capture my kids interacting with the equipment.
Second, and this is the one that really really matters, is that its such a record of their growing up. For a long time it was my youngest in the baby swings and now it’s daredevil acts on the tire swing, climbing to the tippiest top of every structure available. It’s a little time capsule of a growth chart and I couldn’t love it more.
All the best,