are we beginning now?
oh, we're beginning.
1,2,3,4...
my son sat beside me while i worked on this photograph.
somehow that just makes sense.
he's stuttering again lately.
stuttered when he was two and went through
a mind shift, a turbulent time of learning.
he's stuttering again.
i wait patiently. he's sensitive to change.
the world is moving so quickly by him.
i wait for him to catch up.
"h-hhhow did you get this picture like this?" he asks me.
"i shot through glass. see this? it's a streak of light."
"you really know what you're doing mom, don't you?"
"son, i haven't the foggiest. i just keep trying."
