I was the one chosen; I was not looking for it. Simply finding photographs and returning them to their owners was never on the radar. Hoping to show compassion and empathize with a neighbors’ loss turned out to be much too easy.
I have experienced the raw emotions of grief, loss, and trauma. Through photographs and the accompanying family stories, I have heard stories of survival, heroism, resiliency, and tragedy. Even my worst days pale in comparison to survivors of disasters. Through it all, they give me hope. Hope for life. Hope for community. Hope for family. And faith in Almighty God. All of that through a simple family photo that is torn, tattered, water stained in the hands of a family clinging to hope for tomorrow.
Let me frame it for you… Never again is a family photo just a day at the park or the photo studio. It is life. It is death. It is past. It is future. It is our visual representation of our memories. Snap shots perhaps. But memories become alive with a photo. My passion is to connect families to their memories. I do that with photographs.
The Passion continues. Support this work. Your future past may depend on it!