A few years ago I inherited my family's photo albums and just holding my mother's brown leather album, the 3-ring binder of photo pages creaking in my hands and looking at photos from my childhood brought back of a flood of memories. They aren't just photos to LOOK at; they evoke feelings, my sense of smell and touch are awoken. The soft cotton feel of my favorite Rainbow Brite shirt I wore all the time, the smell of Avon Skin So Soft my mother would rub on my arms and legs for bug repellant before we went out catching fireflies, my brother's arm around me when we posed for Easter photos. Dirty feet and skinned knees. THIS is photography to me. Timeless, emotional, authentic, honest.
These are the things I want you to remember in 5, 10, 20 years. a small hand in yours, the faint scent of sunscreen on warm skin, a squishy baby cheek, his wild curls tucked in the crook of your neck, a shy arm wrapped around your leg, your partner’s eyes locked with yours, chaos and love and connection. I want you to see your photos and FEEL something.
—The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse