Photo Prompts: Baby Face Photo Play

Photo Prompt

In keeping with this month’s theme, we will explore PhotoPlay with baby. Find an old baby photograph, and artfully arrange it among a few items. What do you see through your viewfinder? Consider using creative filters to give your photo an antique finish. Snap a picture and link it in the comments section so we can admire that sweet baby face.

Special thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s photo prompt. Here’s a poem by Karen that captured the rhythmic simplicity and repetitive phrases of the traditional lullaby.

here you are
my sweet, sweet child
sent in love
from up above
this blessed one
my sweet, sweet child

dream a dream
my sweet, sweet child
all of me
prays for you
may angels watch
my sweet, sweet child

close your eyes
my sweet, sweet child
little one
rest for awhile
then ever stay
my sweet, sweet child

—by Karen Mae Zoccoli

Photo by Michael Rhys. Creative Commons License via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.


NOTE TO POETS: Looking for your Monday poetry prompt? On Photo Play weeks, it’s right here. Choose a photo from the post and respond with a poem. Leave your poem in the comment box. We’ll be reading. :)


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  1. says

    This is a challenging prompt – instead of capturing a reflection of an idea, we are to set the scene to represent the prompt. It makes me feel a little inside out. My challenge these days is the puppy tackling anything low, including me, as I photograph.

    Is it due the end of the week or month?


  2. says

    My website photography section is defunct. So here is a Pinterest link I hope works. I don’t have many photos of me as a child. I arranged this one in a way that would reflect the poem. Hope it works.


    To that darkness beneath
    Autumn after Autumn,

    beneath the Elm leaves
    pushed to the back of the yard

    by winds you knew sufficiently
    to name, by small unnoticed breezes,

    I came to hear my breathing,
    a chamber in a chamber

    that magnified me quietly
    within its humid fibers,

    gave me presence,
    like the hungry scuffling of squirrels—

    every memory a wound,
    each leaf that fell, a touch.

  3. S. Etole says

    There is a nursery rhyme that begins with the lines, “If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.” When my son was born I added the line, “and I would go walking with you by my side.” Those of you who are acquainted with my history will understand. I think this may be my only baby photo. The stuffed horse was a gift from one of my uncles.


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