A Tuesday morning at home
The family settled into its Tuesday morning and soon forgot about the camera. The photographs came from what they already did together.
Notes on photographing a life.
Stories about memory, fatherhood, family photographs, and the people I meet along the way. I add a new note every few weeks.
You deserve to be inside the pictures, too.
We remember taking the photographs, but we rarely appear in them. A note about handing over the camera and what changes when a parent finally appears in the family album.
