On a visit to an antique store, I stumbled upon this bowl of photos for sale.
As a person who places such importance on photography and capturing moments in time, I found myself searching through the photos, in disbelief. I felt a loss for the families of the people in these images. So many moments captured and now gone: visits with grandparents, family vacations, afternoons with friends, and birthday parties.
How did these moments end up here in this bowl, so far from where they belong?
When I was finally able to pull myself away, I felt even more compelled to continue my journey of taking photos every day. Our day-to-day routines, milestones, adventures, and the people and things we love are significant; they show us who we are, were we come from, and what we value.
These moments should live on and not be forgotten.
keep opening doors 