I assume all photographers start out photographing things and people that are close to them. I'm guilty of being like everyone else if that's the case. Maybe because I love to click the shutter or maybe because my loved ones and friends are important enough to me that I want to freeze them in time to remember the special moments always. Either way, this is my son, H.W., as he makes his way through the yard to get to his dad on the concrete, and non-prickly, patio.
While looking at these I can smell the BBQ'er and hear his grunts and squeaks as he tried to get his dad's attention. I can hear his grandmother cheering him on and see the dog sitting patiently as he makes his way across her lawn. A picture is pretty much forever. This moment is suspended in time.
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