by まめふく
This photo was taken around midnight on a Brooklyn-bound C Train. The son was sprawled out on his father’s lap, sleeping. The father was cradling the boy’s head in his hands. It was a pretty touching scene, and I wanted to photograph it, but I was very tired myself and I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to capture from such a close distance. Then suddenly, the father lifted his son into a sitting position, and leaned in so they were touching faces.
I quickly pulled my camera from it’s case and snapped a shot. One of the most natural, beautiful moments I’ve ever been able to capture.
What Makes an Orchestra written & illustrated by Jan Balet, 1965
my weaknesses include children and old people
kill me now
(Source: sipsss)
I cut my son’s hair in the bathtub—it makes cleaning up the mess so much easier.
Mary Badham and Gregory Peck on the set of To Kill a Mockingbird (1962). The two kept in touch after filming, and she continued to call him Atticus until the day he died.
(via hertenderribs)











