

Same kid, same hat, same tree, nine years’ difference.
Same kid, same hat, same tree, nine years’ difference.
Metal frames with Transitions lenses is definitely a new look for Connor.
When I showed him the picture I took, he decided he looked too depressed and we should take another:
Testing out Night Mode on my new iPhone and caught a slice-of-life snapshot. Cold morning, last-minute breakfast, substitute bus driver running late.
He did zip his coat after I took this picture.
6th grade, almost age 12.
This was Monday morning. Even after I called his name and opened the blinds, he was still completely out.
He’s had this twin bed since he was little, and seeing him all sprawled across it now is kind of surreal. In a cool kind of way.