Secret Garden

Morgan’s backyard is very secret-garden-esque, if your idea of a secret garden contains overgrown flowers, an old clubhouse, some palm trees and a crumbling outdoor fireplace (mine clearly does).

Now that the weather is so beautiful again, there are plans to clean it up (which I so hope they don’t) and we’ve been meaning to take some photos there before any of the awesomeness gets mowed down.

We dragged a few chairs out into the middle of the grass and I set up my contraption.

I’m happy to say I’m getting better at managing it, though I look no less ridiculous doing so – climbing on chairs and peering down into my black-tube-o-construction-paper.

Morgan didn’t mind though – one of the best parts of the old camera is that I don’t just see my subject through the lens, when they look into it, they see my face peeking right back at them. The sight of my looming eye made her laugh.

Or maybe it scared her.

Oh and just in case you thought this was a very. serious. affair., I leave you with this: