Who Are You?

It's 6am and I'm spoon feeding a 4-day-old baby. He's red from crying. I can't stop wondering how did this happen? It's surreal and awkward. I have no idea what I’m doing and that is exactly how it is supposed to be.

I can't stop thinking who is this little guy? What will he be when he grows up? Who will he love and who will break his heart? I wish my dad could have seen him. I wish my dad was more of a dad to me. And I wonder if I’ll ever be as good of a dad as I can be?

Nico's Jacket

I find it amazing how the simplest of things can make the most powerful photogaphs. My son is coming soon.



It's strange and odd saying that. His arrival is less than five weeks away and I have trouble imagining what it'll be like, but seeing the jacket ... air-drying, I can almost picture it.