The age when a baby can’t sit by himself but has enough power to push him up on his belly, Everett was at that age when I photographed him. The guitar is still quite big and a bit scary for him (he almost cried eventually) but he loves the sound coming from it when his dad plays it. I can totally picture him playing the guitar when he grows up… but now he is a little baby – much smaller than the guitar – with big blue eyes who loves to be held by his mom.