Some grow up tough

Some grow up tough. 

Others are born tough.

He stared intently into my camera and slowly brought his handkerchief up toward me, as if he was readying to wipe my lens.

Quietly, he said, “Enough.”

I stopped, lowered my camera and for a split second, we eyed each other warily.

Then suddenly, he bounded off past me and dived into his mother’s arms and shyly hid behind her.

As we walked away, he continued to watch us. I never could quite figure out what was going on behind those eyes.

January 2010


1 Comment

  • Reply March 10, 2010


    One of the best portraits I’ve seen in a while! And I love the story behind it…sent chills down my spine when I first read it!

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