The thing about pictures is that they never change, it’s what we see in them that changes.  As memories change over time as relationships shift and circumstances reinvent themselves.  I find as time moves on I am more drawn to the eyes, initially its the situation and the surroundings then the smiles.  However I am always drawn to the eyes, to seek the emotion in the picture.

I found myself looking at pictures of Maddox recently and was brought to the edge of my emotions.  The passion of a life yet lives, the determination of a boy who refused to fail.  The stubbornness of his father and grandfather, and the compassion of his mother.  I look and see a 6 month old less than 24 hours out of brain surgery eyes lighting up a room and touching the lives of countless friends, family, nurses and doctors.  Pictures with his sister that allow brief glimpses into the love of a brother unable to articulate with words.  Picture after picture of Max and I, a father and a son.  I see in those pictures everything right in the world.

scott