The boy with the crab tattoo

Having worked all weekend, photographing many newborns in the hospital, I've really missed my own babies. They suddenly looked so big and grown up, looking at their hands and feet at bedtime. I always thought that by photographing them every day as I've done, I might somehow see the changes occurring and understand how they could go from tiny heads in my hands to growing lads, but it hasn't happened. I must have blinked and missed it. It's fascinated me for decades: how can a series of imperceptible changes become a colossal change over time? Our eyes alone cannot detect the changes on a daily basis, but it takes the collective of days to visualize the change. The dimples are still there on the knuckles, so familiar to me as to be almost my own, yet the scale has been so greatly altered.