A baby came over and I took pictures of it.

I’ve never taken pictures of babies before, mainly because I don’t have one kicking around to take photo’s of. But this one came over so I took it’s picture.

They really aren’t very personal creatures, this one didn’t even attempt to learn my language. He just laid there and pooped his pants. Then looked at me to clean it up with the black mail of tears if I didn’t.

The room was dark with only a single lamp+shade to light the babies face. I was lucky because he was fascinated by the glass on the lens, so much so he stared right into it as if he knew he was supposed to. This meant I was able to have him follow the camera and I could steer his face into the light.

I wish you all the best little baby. In whatever your heart leads you to. Wherever your dreams decide to take you. I hope they are real and rich, full of joy and full of hope. Do not worry about people or who to impress, just be you and your journey will be blessed.

Dear baby, I’m happy you were born. The future holds your life in front of you, and it’s nothing but yours.

That’s a little heart felt poem I wrote for this baby just now.

It’s an interesting feeling looking through the lens of a camera with a 2 month old baby staring back at you. The innocence that one can see washes away all hatred for anyone or anything. It clears your mind of all struggles or hopelessness. It brings only contentment and hope.

thanks for reading.

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