This photograph may seem simple in appearance, but holds a weight of meaning that requires explanation. I captured this image at about 1 o'clock in the morning, after several emotional hours, lying there with my 5 month old son, Harry. A realization had washed over me that my summer with him was ending. We would both have to separate from the morning chats in bed, the daily explorations of new sights, sounds, sensations and tastes, the bright eyes and many kisses, my constant amusement, his soft hair, his smell. As the pain became crushing and tears rolled down my face, I looked over at him in the moonlight. Finally, I could make this photograph after months of creative block. His bottle, entirely illuminated by the moon.
