way, way back, way back
when you walked, in a green field
in a green meadow
down an avenue of trees
on a, on a golden summer
and the sky was blue
and you didn’t have no worries
you didn’t have no care
Van Morrison
holding on
sometimes, my blue-eyed son,
when I want to hold back time,
for you, for me, so things stay as they are,
and you as you are now,
then I take a photo of you.
sometimes, my darling young one,
i want to hold my breath
when you are so at one with yourself and the world,
such as you will never be again,
then quickly and quietly I take a photo of you.
sometimes, my blue-eyed son,
when I want to hold you, hold you so tight,
so nothing can happen you and you are safe,
safe with me,
then I hold on to you in a picture.
—Fred Hüning
Editor's Note: This series of photographs is excerpted from Fred Hüning's book, One Circle. We discovered Hüning's work at the excellent Transphotographique festival in Lille, France.
