Something special happened this summer of 2018. My grandson Nico started playing T-ball and of course my camera and I were there to document it. The day after his first practice I called him to ask what he thought of it and he said, "I thought it was a dream - but it wasn't."

      Nico's father, Nick, loved playing baseball and he was very good at it. Although very busy now, raising Nico and his two brothers, he still enjoys the game when he has time to watch it. Like many other fathers and sons, baseball was one of the ways we bonded when he was young. Sitting in the stands at Red Wings games allowed us lots of important one on one time together.

     Children grow too quickly. Time goes by too fast. Some people think baseball is too slow, but I think that's the beauty of it.

     As I looked through the viewfinder while making these pictures of little Nico, I flashed back to his father, back to when he was a little boy, playing the great game of baseball for the first time. I thought it was a dream - but it wasn't.

I made this portrait of Nico minutes after he proudly put on his new uniform. He's a Yankee - go figure!

Learning how to grip the ball.

 My biggest hope for Nico, as he starts playing and learning the great game of baseball, is that it will always be as fun as it was the first time he played.

It's remarkable how much Nico looks like his father Nick in this picture when he was this age.

Two hands

I told Nico to put his hand on his hip as I was posing him and he exclaimed - "Like a super hero?!"

Just because score isn't kept in T-ball doesn't mean you can't celebrate a well played game with your teammates.