A Boy And His Ball...

Although my son is just 11 years old his hands have become powerful tools.

Shooting a basketball over and over until he's exhausted or he looses the ball in the neighbors yard is an easy task for these boy hands burgeoning on man hands.

They are busy all the time. They've grown rough in areas and yet remain smooth in others, all from the daily use they incur. As I said they are very busy hands.

What I love most about this photo, another Holga moment, is that those little fingers still ring with innocence and retain a childlike quality to them. They've been through a lot, seen several casts, fingers sewn back on and worn too numerous bandaids to count, but when they find themselves clasped in mine I am reminded of youth--one that quickly passes.

They are nearly the same size as my almost fifty-year-old ones.

When you look at things as simple as this you realize just how quickly time passes, just how fast children grow and how fast we move towards those golden years.