Paul quietly wandered the gallery, looking at the mostly black and white photographs featuring building blocks, stuffed animals and even a mobile, all taken from a low angle representing the perspective of the baby. Each photograph had one color that was highlighted outside the otherwise gray tones. He didn’t know if it was because the baby was a boy, but the color for each photograph was the same: blue. It added a contrast to the gray tones and softened the images, giving them more life than if they had been left purely black and white.
He studied the photos with a smile. Macey had a unique way of making the mundane sacred. It was what made her work so special and why so many people gravitated to her photographs.
“Oncle Paul!” an excited voice greeted.
He turned to see Aria and Caden
