It’s an odd thing photographing family. I look through my lens and know it’s my nephew but can fully see my brother.
The way he stands with one shoulder higher than the other.
The way he tries to have a tough face but then cracks a grin and his eyes sparkle.
The way he holds his hands when he’s playing his guitar. Those hands are my brother’s hands. Exactly.
In looks and in musical ability, in goofiness and most of all, in kindness. It’s so much fun to see the individual personalities of my nieces and nephews and know where they got each and every unique and wonderful trait.