9/52, 4/52: Focus

"A portrait of my youngest son once a week, every week in 2014."
4/52

"A portrait of my oldest son once a week, every week in 2014."
9/52

Wyatt:  Quiet boy.  He lies there, still and rapt, inviting me to gaze into his eyes.  The other day Levi made an observation about his brother's eyes.  He said, "The eyes are bright."  So right on.  Wyatt's eyes are the color of zinc.  They mirror everything, reflecting light and whoever he focuses on.

Levi:  This photograph was taken by Douglas, not me.  I have been frustrated lately, unable to document our lives the way I want to.  I cannot get my camera to focus on Levi the way I want to; he moves continuously and quickly so many photos are out of focus.  Then again Levi has been slightly out of focus for me lately--he remains in my peripheral view as I spend time recovering and nursing Wyatt.  I miss Levi.

4/52

"A portrait of my son once a week, every week in 2014."
4/52

It is one of those things Levi just has to do.  Balancing precariously on the table with one foot tipping the chair back, a very dangerous endeavor for someone still somewhat unsteady on the ground.  I remind him of the possible consequences every single time.  He squints his eyes and says, "Sit down better.  Don't want to fall, hit head and cry."  Sometimes he sits down, but he always springs right back up and does the same thing again.  And once he did fall.  Levi knows.  This toddler just cannot help it--curiosity and thrill trumps all.