Legacy

When I was 9 my family took a road trip to California in a 1986 vanagan. My parents took a lot of photos and they dutifully got them developed. Then, they went into a box on the floor of their walk-in closet. That cardboard box, I learned, held my families history, our narrative. I came to realized that those snapshots, blurry misfires, and timed family portraits are priceless.

If you can imagine yourself in these photographs, then we need to talk.

Also check out the 20142015 and 2016 year reel slideshows.