My photography professor and I don't exactly get along. Among other things, she's called me into the hall and asked if I needed to be on medicine or go to counseling. Not because I was sad or depressed, but because she thought I was so defiant there must be something psychologically wrong with me. I can be stubborn but I asked every kid in the class if they thought I was defiant and the general response was, "Are you kidding me? There is no way your actions could be interpreted as belligerent." So, in conclusion, we are not comrades.

Last week, the class was asked to bring in our proof sheets so the professor could point out the most promising images. She chose a particular image near the end of the roll, one of Felicia and Jonathan's three-year-old, Katherine. She went on to say that she also really liked what I was experimenting with in the last few shots, those images after Katherine.

Now let's travel back in time to the moment I photographed Katherine. After taking a few shots, she wanted to take pictures too. I placed her little finger on the button and let her haphazardly snap away.

Those artsy last photos on the roll were taken by a three-year-old.