Pascal spent the day with his godparents doing all kinds of things that he's only just learned to do: swim, boogie board, kayak, and go clamming. We've got 5 pounds of clams filtering in sea water out back, ready for chowder. When he was a baby, I used to hold him extra tight walking across the cut bridge, which is a drawbridge across a narrow channel that makes Gloucester an island. I worried that I would drop him and he would fall into the current far below. There was no chance that this could have happened, but fears know no reason.
So many of my photos are of my children running away from me, playing in expansive spaces, I the distant and unobserved observer. I've learned a few things about letting go.
Image: Pascal playing in a field with an abandoned barn.