Since my grandson Josh was very young, we've gone on photo walks together. I'd see something I like, take the photo, and then I'd explain to him why I liked it and why it caught my eye. Perhaps it was a reflection in a puddle or a close-up of an object on the street, or the particular way the sun was hitting a building. Then I'd ask him what he saw in the scene, hand him the camera, and get him to "capture his own version." It was our time together. We loved it and we never tired of it.
The youngest of my grandchildren won't sit still for photographs. She's absolutely adorable, she refuses to put her hair in a pony tale, and her idea of a photograph-able face is a comic grimace.
She's up; she's down. She's like quicksilver in constant motion. As hard as I try I never get anything close to a recognizable and presentable portrait of what she really looks like. Please see Exhibit #1