my wooden box

One of my fondest memories, growing up, is the little wooden box that my Granny kept in her living room, full of old black and white pictures. There wasn't a single time I didn't run through the front door to sift through those old, yellowed memories like I had never seen them before. I would pick each one up, hold it to my nose (I can still smell the faded emulsion), and make up a story in my mind for each one. I would ask my Granny to sit with me and recite the old stories over and over; it always seemed so romantic and adventurous. I believe my passion for photography stemmed out of those stories, and my job is to capture your happily ever after in a beautiful light so that you can sit back and enjoy your special moments. Maybe one day a new generation will sit in the living room floor asking questions about each picture in your little wooden box.