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Son, almost four, Berkeley, CA.

One of the ways I’ve experienced photography, since the advent of children in my life, is that it freezes them (somewhere! somehow!) in a way that makes it possible to take their measure.  Given that the way of youth is to be nearly constantly in motion, this is a special treat, inaccessible to us at all other times except during the stillness that settles over them in sleep (“Look how big s/he is! I had no idea!”, our voices joining a chorus of marveling parents the world ’round).

Sometimes, though, an image foretells as much about one of my kids’ futures as it does about their present. For a second I get an inkling that they’re growing older every minute, becoming somebody I might know, but don’t know. Yet.