Six Days Old

I met baby Owen on the 27th of September when he was just six days old.  And he was pretty much what you would expect for such a small person!  Quiet, sleepy, stretchy, pulling a wonderful array of faces, and generally being tiny.  He didn't cry at me, which I take as being a good sign, and he very much liked my purple stripey hoody, so it seems he will be a boy of good taste!  I guess this is a rather clichéd shot, but there is something rather fantastic about tiny little hands.  And they won't be that small forever!

Day 150: Miniscule

One of my favourite things to do at the beach is look for shells, and I discovered a couple of years ago that shells really do come in all sizes.  I found some really small ones and looked closer and found even smaller ones.  Since then I have looked closer and closer into the sand, lying on my tummy with my eyes inches from the ground, looking for the smallest shell I can find.  I love that they are perfectly formed shells at what seems like impossibly small sizes.  Ironically this is not the smallest shell I found last time I was at the beach.  It is the same shape but the smallest is probably a 3rd of the size of the one above and I didn't even bother trying to photograph it as I'm sure it would have been near impossible.  As it is, this is a macro shot severely cropped in.  And yes, that is my fingertip.