You Are My Wild

I am your Parent; You are my Child.  I am your quiet place;  You are my wild. 

-MaryAnn Cusimano Love

I set a goal for myself to have a photograph of one, or both, of my children that reminds me who they are, or were, for each week of the year.  I didn’t know if I would do it.  Life gets busy and sometimes, only sometimes, I put my camera down.  

But I did it.  I created a set of photos that I am proud of.  I am happy to have reached my goal, of course, but I am also proud to have photographs that show both my children’s growth and my own growth as a photographer.  These two little men inspire me.  I want to capture their youth and their personalities and stow it away to look upon later and remember the giggles, the truck sounds, the fights, and most particularly the love.  

Dreams of Escape

I’ve been carrying my camera around a lot with me these days.  I can feel my children, who still seem so small, getting bigger by the minute.  I want to capture their littleness.  When I look at this photo of my youngest son, Noah, I see his footed pjs and yet I can feel him yearning to be out of his crib, out my door and on to his next adventures.  And I have to stop to breathe through the ache.