in the arms of a woman

My first newborn...ish. He's about 6 weeks old, but I am going to say that it still counts. He's only experienced one season so far and I've decided that's my barometer! I had such fun with him. I can't wait until he starts talking. His mother is British, but his father is from the states so I am incredibly curious whether he'll say "where's the water closet" with classic "Pittsburgh twang" mixed into upper crust English sophistication. He's no doubt going to be a heartbreaker. During this session I was very drawn to the emotion of his mother's hand on his back. I even added his father's hand to it for a few. I dedicated quite a few frames to this, but there was something so honest and nurturing in its simplicity. The beauty of his contentment was amazing. I had a good feeling about the shots, but not until I got home did I realize what a gift he had given my lens. All he understands is that he can just exist in the arms of his mother and his world is perfect. Part of me wants to keep him there forever.









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