Grandma’s House

Picking photography back up after a years-long break (basically one long dry spell since college), means renewing the old instinct to see photographs in the everyday moments of life, and being willing to grab your camera to catch them before they’re gone. That’s what happened here. I was turning out of the room after putting my two year old to bed at my in-laws’ house, and I saw this perfect vignette – this emotive story suspended in time – and I made a quick trip across the house to grab my camera and capture it before that moment passed. And you know what? These are the kinds of photos I’m usually most proud of. There’s something of a story here. A memory for our family to share. This image conjures nostalgic feelings of being in a big bed in a quiet room in grandma’s house, enjoying her special books undisturbed. I think I’m always going to cherish this photo of my little girl, and it would never have existed if I hadn’t been receptive to those everyday photographic moments, and if I didn’t deem them valuable enough for an extra trip to grab the camera. This photo is my reminder, my motivation, to do more of just that.