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.
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.
Why I stopped saying “look here”
The quiet shift from directing families to following their rhythm, and what it changed.
The shirt she outgrew
On the small ways childhood changes, often before we notice.
