( the archives: 1976 )
(my mum & dad)
(my mum & i in the driveway of grandma & grandpa wood's house)
(me in my crib... the resemblance with my own son is uncanny)
(me & my dad... yep, daddy's little girl for life)
what is a photograph?
it's something you can feel. deeply. in the middle of your chest.
a photograph is a reminder. a reminder of someone, of something, in the past... almost guaranteed to have shifted or changed or departed.
it is an answer, an insight, a story.
i look at my parents, embracing, laughing from that honest, pure and real place inside themselves (you can almost hear it). in the sunshine, in the country... with someone holding a camera. a collaboration.
who we don't see is part of this story. the author. the camera operator. the friend.
as photographers we hold a key, we open a door, we invite.
when you look back, all you see is the beauty. how gorgeous you were, how young. how happy and in love.
what a gift is the photograph.
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Beautiful... so cool that you have these reminders.
I was just saying to myself that I think I am officially obsessed with photographs. My whole life, the lives of others, moments, days, trips, love, all captured in a frame. Greatest invention of all time. xo