July 24, 2015

Heart Lines

Following a long and deep sleep, my eldest son showed me the lines across his torso which had been imprinted by bedsheets. I asked him to hold still by a window. He willingly obliged. I live in fear that at some point, moments like these, will disappear. Not that they wont happen, but that they will no longer be allowed with a camera. I'm not sure where these teenage years will lead me but this was a gift, both seen and heartfelt.

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