My daughter, son-in-law and their three children don't live near me, but I do manage to see them three or four times a year. In spite of the fact that one of the kids now likes to remind me that I need to ask permission before making any pictures of her (she's six), I usually assemble a fair amount of new work after a visit with them.
We recently went to the beach together. The oldest, a ten-year old boy, was hosing himself off before coming into the house late one afternoon. He got a little carried away, staying underneath the spray way too long, trying out the different spray patterns, and waving the sprayer all around. The door to the house was open, so, let's just say by the time I came upon the scene, an impressive amount of water had begun to pool in the entryway and was beginning to run down the walls. My grandson was, of course, oblivious of the rising waters.
I was basically oblivious, too, because I quickly began to photograph him. I paid little attention to the water coming into the house as I continued to make pictures. I knew I was onto something good (the late afternoon light! the water stream! the lowered head! the drenched tee shirt! the foliage in the background!) and didn't want to waste a minute.
By the time I was done shooting, I realized there was water all around me and all over me. I called out that he should shut off the hose and come inside to see the small flood he had created. Once he did, he figured he was in big trouble. I didn't dare reprimand him; after all, I guess you could say I was sort of an accomplice. Once the mess was cleaned up, he asked his dad, "is there a bounty on my head?"
I later showed my grandson this image, and his reaction cracked me up. He said, "Well, G-Lo, at least something good came out of it!"