They Call This
C.K. Williams, 1936
A young mother on a motor scooter stopped at a traffic light, her little son perched
on the ledge between her legs; she in a gleaming helmet, he in a replica of it, smaller, but the same color and just as shiny. His visor is swung shut, hers is open.
As I pull up beside them on my bike, the mother is leaning over to embrace the child, whispering something in his ear, and I’m shaken, truly shaken, by the wish, the need, to have those slim strong arms contain me in their sanctuary of affection.
Though they call this regression, though that implies a going back to some other state and this has never left me, this fundamental pang of being too soon torn from a bliss that promises more bliss, no matter that the scooter’s fenders are dented, nor that as it idles it pops, clears its throat, growls.
bliss that promises more bliss
littles | the prout family
Sometimes I can't get over how fortunate I am to be involved in so many of life's most precious transitions. I had the pleasure of photographing the Prout family when little Lee made Zack + Jill a daddy + momma, and then again last month when Lee became a big brother to sweet Zoe-girl.
from lee's newborn session, 2011
Their house is one of my favorites to photograph in and Z+J are two of the most genuine folks you'll ever meet, making the entire experience such a joy. Not to mention little Zoe was a PRO. Slept the entire time save for a few minutes towards the end, just long enough for me to capture those baby blues. Also, fair warning : you're gonna be pretty jelly over these kids' eyelashes.
