Anyone trying to photograph an infant knows there are easier things in life. Looking toward the camera is its own accomplishment, let alone making some face resembling anything other than gas or general disinterest. So something like this comes as a treasure.
This picture comes from Craytonville, a place with its own share of wonderful memories and home to Buxton's great grandmother, Baba. In the picture Baba's sister-in-law holds Buxton in two arms that likely would not hold him up any longer. Look how small he is at only a couple of months. Those clothes are packed away now, fitting only for some other child to come.
He is so much bigger now. His expressions so much truer, more vivid. This little baby pictured would barely recognize Buxton now. And for that reason, perhaps most of all, this picture resonates. In his stare I see a child from another time, another place. I see a child I loved as passionately as the little boy I hold now. In this picture, his stare seems to suggest he might just see the same thing.
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