Alongside it, the growing confidence of his third-grade photo. I wonder what he imagined in that instant, facing a stranger, to look so brightly, shiningly alive?
Then the primary school graduation photo. Stringy hair fronds his eyes. His leaner face doesn’t quite hide his trusting gaze.
Today, I try to capture him, my new high-schooler. He has bloomed over the summer; his feet are enormous.
When I seek his attention, he scowls.