“The best substitute for experience is being sixteen.”
Oh, how I love Zane. He is a mellow and kind boy. I loved his braces. They are gone now. They represented a funny place in the life of a boy . . . where everything is “in-between”. Everything. With a telephoto lens, from high in the stands, I was able to watch Zane’s football game like a spy. Photographs from far away are often more rewarding than photographs close-up. One can grab natural expressions and gestures from a distance that are in hiding close-up. Keepsake photographs are those which surprise a moment telling a story and save the moment like a treasure. Young, determined . . . looking down the road . . . wondering what is ahead. Healthy, handsome and good. It is all there. Grandsons.
“You have to play this game
like somebody just hit your mother with a two-by-four.”