There was no time to compose art shots or wait for the right lighting or composition. We took most of our pictures through a moving bus window or while waddling after whichever duck we had been assigned to that was carrying the Viking “lollipop” for our group. I didn’t have a serious camera, anyway.
But I did attempt to shoot European children.
That didn’t come out right but you know what I mean.
Here are a few of them.
Day 5: Miltenberg, Germany (Day 5)
Day 9: Regensburg, Germany (Day 9)
Nope. Both girls, the mommy or nanny said proudly. Katarina and some other royal-sounding name. Alexandra, I think. Three months old.
Here’s one of my favorites. Day 12 (Vienna): The Horses with the Golden Ears.
First of all, I love it that Viennese horses wear colorful ear caps–to muffle sound, I wonder, or identify the company they work for, or just look cute. (Someone told us it’s to keep flies away.) I like it that this family stopped to connect with these horses during the instant in which I had to take the shot. The stances and gestures, the faces–even the hidden one–help tell the story and the hands–the tentatively touching hand, the excited little fist, recapitulated in the tension of the hand with the raised thumb, the hands tucked out of sight at a safe distance, the maternally protective hand–not only fill out the story but lead the eye in an upward arc to the main focus, the meeting of two species: pony-tailed girl meets ponies.