Pictures sometimes take on a new context – as the external world changes around them. In fact, what were once snapshots, given enough time, become archival material. Clues to our past.
Well, anyway, one the earliest black and white photo books I can remember was The Family of Man. In paperback. And I thumbed through that a bunch of times. Maybe I was ten or eleven.
But those early images stay with you. Even though this is a million years later, taken with a mirrorless camera, looking down into a screen, and focusing on the gaze of the baby and trying not to alert anyone.
Everyone is doing something. Thinking about something. Oh, ma, finish up with my hair already. I like the way the handle rests under my chin.
There’s nothing I enjoy more than looking into lenses.