BABY GRETA // PORTLAND
In this almost-spring-time hour, the daffodils are blooming and the sun is emerging and there is a new baby in the world. She lives in a house with a vintage green couch, a mama, a papa and a big brother, who holds her tight. She is tiny and amazing and sometimes she stares out the window at the shapes of the trees against the sky. Her head fits into the palm of her dad’s hand and she can fall asleep anywhere and her eyelashes are long. After spending time with this little family, I drove home through an evening filled with possibility, and I could almost hear the cherry blossoms preparing to bloom.