She looked right down the center of my lens, as though she was peering into my soul. I snapped a few frames before the moment escaped us and then looked at her mama with my eyebrows raised. It’s unusual to get that kind of eye contact with a newborn — something far beyond a simple gaze, and vibrating with intuition and lustre. Her mama smiled proudly at me, and I shook my head, amazed.
Andie is one whole year old now. Someday her parents will show her these photos of herself at just three weeks, and she will look at them with wonder. Just think how lucky we are to have this medium—the capacity to render timeless their first precious expressions. A love letter, of sorts, only with photographs. What a blessing. xo