Outside, the city of Pasadena was torn and tattered. A recent, violent windstorm had left the city uprooted. Street after street showed the evidences of wind-whipped violence. Trees recently toppled left only tilted stumps awaiting their final demise at the mercy of a grinder. Driving through the quintessential streets of Pasadena required slow going, maneuvering around piles of debris awaiting an overwhelmed department of sanitation.
Inside Vijay and Whitney’s home, it could not have been more different. Where the city was struggling to pick up from violence, the new parents were snugly wrapping little Bekkem in a warm embrace; the gentle arms of love enveloped him. Mommy and Daddy were effusive with their love. As I took pictures for almost two hours, Whitney and Vijay poured down on Bekkem melodies, words and touches that oozed their love … and their protection.
I have a feeling that no matter what the world whips up in opposition to Bekkem, he’ll always find a harbor of protection in the arms of his parents. I hope these images captured what I felt for a couple of hours in their home.
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It was sad seeing the damage inflicted by the winds…
I love this image … Whitney wasn’t posing … the comfort of love…