I remember this photograph, taken in one of the town fairs. I am with with my siblings and neighborhood kids with a fake cardboard car as a backdrop. With the click of the shutter, time stopped. As I look through the box of old photographs, I see my history, in the yellowed, old, black and white prints. Drinking a cup of tea with my mom, stories spill out as we look at those old photographs.
I visualize my subjects, growing up, growing old, and looking at their pictures remembering that moment where we took their photographs. We had shared a laugh together, the kid under the bed, or jumping on it,. A mother holding her new born, or a granddad telling a story to the child on his lap. These are the every day moments that shape our families, creates memories. I capture them.