A beautiful thing happened in a small place last week. Not like the big places we mostly see, where important people spend important time.

This small place is where some teenage boys spend their days, waiting to see what life will give them, waiting for a judge to send them to prison, or let them go back to mothers who chose other vices ahead of them. Small people in a small place.

Except one beautiful thing made these boys important. Doug Edmunds, who spends his days taking pictures, mostly for suburbanites celebrating the accomplishments of their oh-so-talented sons and daughters before they send them off to ivy-covered futures, came to this small place on that day. He spent this day taking pictures of boys whose futures are raw and gritty. And each one of these boys was beautiful, seen through the eyes of Doug and God, for that moment, and for as long as they would hold that picture in their hands, and for as long as they would remember the man who told them, once, that the shape of their smile, or the curve of their eye, or the arch of their cheek is beautiful. And proved it with his work.

For a moment, and for God's eternity, they are not small.