Pyper has gotten pretty good at taking pictures of "her world." By that, I mean the knee-high world. The photos she shoots are mostly in focus and framed now.
Sometimes I'll scroll through my camera roll to discover Pyper's face, usually cut off, looking down at the camera. I might keep one or two, but thanks to the digital age, I can trash the 50 other like-photos with a swipe of the finger.
On Thursday we took a family walk down the Swamp Rabbit Trail, which is like Greenville's version of the Burke-Gilman Trail. Pyper asked if she could take some photos with my iPhone, so I said sure. Upon inspection of her work, I wasn't surprised at the stroller canopy framed pavement pictures, the occasional photo of a cyclist or walker coming toward or away from us, many pictures of her pants and shoes, and two dozen of her usual selfies. But then something caught my eye, a change in her expression 25 "selfies" down the roll.
As you can see, there were little changes in expression over a handful of pictures, but then something fascinating happened about 50 frames in, every expression changed, frame by frame. I couldn't suppress laughter when I came across these:
I think we just witnessed Pyper taking a concious selfie!
Okay, I didn't have the heart to delete any of Pyper's photos.
As reported by The Guardian back in November of 2013, a "selfie – a photograph that one has taken of oneself, typically one taken with a smartphone or webcam and uploaded to a social media website– has been named word of the year by Oxford Dictionaries editors, after the frequency of its usage increased by 17,000% over the past 12 months
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