Shopping at the gap, Orange County
I love missing teeth. Not so much in older folks, but with kids, I love it.
I remember losing teeth, having them sprinkling out in droves. I became so fixated on them that nothing else existed in the world until they fell out.
And I had an uncle that would say, “Hey, let me see that thing,” and like a nitwit I would go over to him every time not remembering he was just going to yank the thing out. I guess that what uncles are for. In fact, I’m going to try this on my nephew.
And yes, the tooth fairy. How many nights did I lose trying to stay awake to catch a glimpse of this elusive beast? Many.
So anytime I’m shooting and get a chance to capture the missing teeth. I’m on it.