I am sure that in a few years (e.g., when he hits puberty) the allure of Kemper walking away from me on a wooded path will have gone the way of Old Yeller, but for now, I cannot stop taking pictures of him doing just that. If I ever work up the gumption to have a gallery show at my in-laws’ art gallery, I will have material for a whole wall of “Minion Marching” photos.
I love photographs of paths, and I love photographing Kemper. Although he has the memory of an eidetic elephant, I hope that he will be able to remember the trips we took when he was younger through the pictures that I have taken. He is walking through the path of life (sorry, I’m not sorry…I was an English major), and these photographs are as much about his journey as anything.
For now, I will walk behind making sure that he does not stray too far. In the not so distant future, these photos of him walking in front of me will take on new, different significance.