In the vein of Naoki Hagoshida’s The Reason I Jump (and David Mitchell’s Guardian essay), photographer Timothy Archibald created a breathtaking series of portraits of his autistic son Elijah.
Archibald originally started taking the photos “so he could show them to behavioral specialists,” but they “became a bonding experience between father and son, and allowed them to create their own visual language to communicate with each other.”
Featuring Elijah curled up in a plastic bin or lying on his back on the lawn, the photos evoke a sort of otherworldly childhood, or the pleasant, fascinated confusion a parent can feel watching a child.
