Why Do I Bother?

Occasionally Stellan gets caught up in what I call a fit of cuteness. If it's handy, I'll get out the camera and try to capture the cuteness ditigally. And as hard as I might try, most of my attempts fail miserably. Usually the best I can hope for is one decent photo. I get a single great shot about one out of every twenty series.

Since I get to filter what you see on my blog, most of these failed attempts never see the light of the Cookie Jar. But I thought I would post just one such occassion, so that you can be glad I don't torture you with terrible photos all the time. And if you're like me and your quality to quantity ratio is weighted far more towards the latter, maybe this will make you feel better.