One day, this past Spring, I heard my daughter and some of her friends out in the yard. Wait ... let me rephrase that ... First they came in the house, got a small step ladder, took it outside and then I heard laughter. Here is the result of looking, me, out the window.
None of them had the slightest idea that they were being watched, let alone photographed
. . .
at least until a few months later when they got copies of the pictures as part of their Graduation Gifts.