I don't know if it's because older children seem to slow down a teeny bit on the overnight growing up and so there is less urgency to capture every second of their existence. Or because they become less and less cooperative. Or because a certain self-consciousness creeps in that is less photogenic. (For my part, the biggest reason is the cooperation factor.) In any case, I find myself with fewer great images of my older children the older they get. I still love them just as much (and in some ways even deeper) as when they were babies, of course. I just don't have as many pictures to prove it. :)
So imagine my delight when my oldest--a solid five and a half years old--requested that I take some pictures of just him . . . and proceeded to cooperate for a full three minutes! So while my husband dealt with a tantruming toddler and a crying baby in the background, I got to spend a few minutes capturing my sweet big boy under the Bridge of Sighs in Oxford, England.
The day was a bright and sunny day with stark light and shadow everywhere else. Under the protection of the bridge itself, however, the light was filtered and lovely. My son chose the spot against the ancient wall, right next to the pipe for his portrait and I love the textures of the backdrop. His eyes are so sparkly and bright, just the way he looks at me when he's professing his love for his mom. Melts my heart every time.
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