The day after my grand daughter was born my son, who is a gifted photographer but lacks the time to develop his talents, took this photograph of his new born daughter.
Later that year, while playing around with my camera, I photographed my partner as he prepared our Christmas Dinner, our first one with our grand daughter.
Both photos are, for me, emblems of the bounty of life but I also like the contrasts between them – the old hands, the new hands (what wonders will they perform?), the sharpness of the paring knife, the tenderness of those tiny, vulnerable fingers.
Photography is, indeed, poetry.