The Birthday Boy
My photography seems to be taking me to places that are uncomfortable for me ... this is but one example. He was one month old when I first met him. It was at a party celebrating his birth... a tradition in Asian families. I wasn't terribly impressed but then I never am with small babies. They all look like Winston Churchill (or Buddha in the case of an Asian infant) to me. Really, I sooner be doing almost anything else than making nice over a baby with whom I can't communicate. But, the food was great; the people were nice; and I really liked his parents! By now those of you who don't know me, can probably tell I was never a father. Over the next year, I got a chance to see him four or five different times, and was able to observe the changes as he grew from an newborn to a small person. Luckily, I was invited to his one year birthday party and I couldn't help but notice a big change since the last time I had seen him. There were thirty or forty people at the party ... virtually all giving him a hug or a kiss and wanting to hold him. I was amazed at how self-confident and okay he was with all this fuss. He did not show any fear. I thought that was way cool! Of course I had a camera in hand and documented a little of the celebration: Here's the birthday boy (Evan is his name):
He had a little friend about the same age:
Of course, in a situation like this you get hungry:
and you need a little loving:
Maybe a little time for contemplation:
But there was also time to explore the world with his oldest uncle, too:
Now, I can't wait for his next b-day! I hope you enjoyed this little saga. As always, thanks for taking the time to look ... comments are always welcome.
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