I have often said that clichés are only clichés until they happen to you – and then they are the deepest human truth. So it is with that one about the days being long and the years being short and how time passes so quickly and babies grow up so fast. I love photographing that journey because I know how easily we forget the long days.
From before birth to the first birthday, each sweet quarter captured:
I think of that first year like a stream of bubbles – fleeting and luminescent with some kind of magic that draws everyone in wonder:
My own child and her cousins, in the year before her existence and each year since: time, inexorably unspooling.
And the incomplete story of journeys these tiny ones are still on: