Part of the 52 Portraits a Week series with Che and Fidel.
- Picking wildflowers in the mountains of north Georgia.
- Happiness as pure and weightless as the bubbles.
- Joy, captured in black and white.
- Soft late afternoon palette and depth of field reminds me of what it's really like looking into this little, serious face.
I stared at these four for a really, really long time, and I couldn't pick one to eliminate. So, I'm a cheater. I'm leaving up four portraits of my son instead of three.
We considered getting his hair cut today. John leaves on a flight for the UK tomorrow morning, and I wanted him to be here to see his son's first haircut. But as I thought more about it, the more comfortable I felt in the thought of waiting . . . of seeing my husband again in six months (so soon and so long!), with this real little boy--no longer a baby--and his head full of flaxen blond curls. And so the hair remains untouched for another half a year.