Updated: Oct 16, 2018
I remember looking through my parents' wedding album when I was a kid, recognizing my mom, who by then wore an early eighties perm, standing at the altar with straight, long hair. Details such as that one told me that this had been a different time, that my parents and the rest of my family--in their bell bottoms, mustaches, and floral bridesmaids dresses--were slightly different people those ten years before. Photos like those gave me a sense of my own place in the story.
When I do a photo session I'm typically helping families meet their short term goal of getting a holiday card photo or updating the photo over their fireplace, but I also know there's a good chance that this is not where the photo's impact will end.
It thrills me to imagine somebody's grandchild one day looking at a portrait, searching for her own features in the younger faces.
I can picture an uncle showing his niece and nephew how he and their dad were children together too.
I envision a mother setting up a table at a graduation party, thankful for all the memories of her daughter's childhood.
Photographs carry a certain magic within them, and I'm honored to help others capture it.