Elevator Pitch

You've zigzagged through your early years with insatiable curiosity, sharp humor and a playful nature. Ever adventurous, you embrace the journey and sometimes lose sight of the destination entirely. Yet somehow, you've reached this day in less time than it takes to ride an elevator to the elusive 13th floor. You rise. I stand by, grounded. Astounded.

Happy thirteenth birthday, my sweet guy. You've arrived.

Plug-in

This would have gone unnoticed had it not been for my son. He left the house through our side door one morning and discovered that the contractors had left their power cord connected to an outlet overnight. In truth I've been really checked out lately, barely motivated to see anything as remotely photographic. "It's just a phase - - some downtime," I tell myself, hoping that the urge to see will return again. While I recharge he'll be my eyes. I'll count on him to tune me into the details which aren't small at all.

Breathe

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.

Gliding through Dusk

A tragic ending for a once soothing seat.