This image I initially overlooked when I shot it has become my current obsession. Just a sweet little shot of our nephew Ethan, being hoisted into the air by his Dad. It’s a flash in time, a happy accident. I’m obsessed with the composition, the expression, the hands, the strength, the chubbiness, the tones, the swirls of hair, the little nose, the whiteness, the blackness, the creaminess. Really all of it.
If he were my kid, I’d blow it up big on a canvas for his room. Because compositions like this get better the bigger they are. Since he isn’t my kid – it’ll be printed pretty big and framed in a simple silver frame for our mantel.