Not long ago I remember my baby daughter looking at me. Really looking. Quietly, calmly, looking into each eye in turn. The left, then the right, then back to the left. She wasn't smiling or laughing or frowning, just looking. It was unnerving. Maybe she wasn't thinking anything but just absorbing visual detail, but it seemed more like 'who is this guy that calls himself my dad? What's he like?'.
Am I good enough to be her dad? Will she be proud of who I am and what I do, as proud as I am of my dad and everything he was and did? Maybe not, I don't know, but I'll try to help her to be the best that she can be. I wonder whether she'll pick up a camera, but whatever she chooses I hope she'll be inspired and inspire others.
By the way, if you're wondering why I'm not sharing pictures of her, that's just a decision we made not have her images everywhere online, at least until she's old enough to choose for herself.
(And apologies for the brief website outage last week. In switching from Squarespace to Wix, I disconnected from Squarespace a little too soon. All fixed now).