This image represents to me my clinging to my daughter's being 'little'. She has these hands with dimples, and when I complain that she is growing up too fast, she just shows me her hands and I calm down. As long as they look like this, Ill be okay. It is a losing battle, I know. But its this image I feel joy in capturing. I had it in color and then once i posted it on here, i realized i hated it in color. I feel Black and White makes it more nostalgic, timeless, and takes out the seasonal distraction.