I'm becoming my worst enemy. I've been shooting a lot lately, but don't like any of the results. There's just always something that's... wrong. Today's shot is no different. I think the photo has a bad exposure, bad composition (cut off her arm and you can see a humidifier), and just not all that striking. But... it means a lot to me, and perhaps I should care more about moments and emotions rather than on the technical. This is my sister - just turned seven - and she's starting to lose that 'childhood' innocence. She no longer thinks I'm the greatest, gets embarrassed of me in front of her friends, doesn't like me to hold her hand in public, etc. She's... growing up, I suppose. Yet I see moments like this and I just have to cherish them. That innocence is still there; caressing a stuffed dog in the corner where nobody could see her. There's just something so beautiful and sad about it all...
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