There’s a story not only in these photos, but also between them. The stories are intertwined and mesh together beautifully.
The first story is of a new soul – a baby boy who was welcomed into this world by some of the most genuine people I’ve had the opportunity to meet. It’s a story of those first few days. The feedings, the swaddling, the tracking, the squishy little cuddles, the curiosity from the dogs. It’s a really good story. It’s one that filled to the brim with love – so much so that it’s almost palpable.
The second story is the history that fills the space between the walls of this home. Little Fitz was named after his Great Grandfathers. His name is steeped in the past and holds meaning. Significant meaning. Not only is he named after the men that came before him, but he’s also growing up in the home that first belonged to his maternal Great Grandparents. It’s a home that has managed to blend together the here and now with the years gone by, and I’m sure as Fitz grows he’ll be lucky enough to hear many tales of the lives that were lived within his home.
I was welcomed into this north Edmonton home to document pregnancy before Fitz was born, when he was only a week old, when he was 6 months old, and just before his very first birthday party.
life in the first year with FITZ