This poem was written by Bill, our Head of Production, as he was printing a birth announcement for little Isabel. Her mom is one of our clients.

Isabel’s  tiny hands and feet
    have found a permanent place
    somewhere, down there in my heart.
    I have studied them with such care and intensity,
    bringing them to life (again)
    with just the right shade of pink,
    delicately debossed into the crisp elegance
    of the rough textured, heavy, fine art paper—
    her chubby little left foot, slightly crooked right pinky,
    and on her right foot, the nerve-like cluster of creases
    that caught the light just so, each time I pulled the print from the press—
    studied it for color and coverage and placement,
    to get as close to perfect as those little feet and hands
    had already gotten.

                        Bill Denham
                        December 21. 2007