I have boxes filled with treasures going back to my childhood; from my favorite fork, notes from my friends in elementary school, an old doll that has gone through many "surgeries" and is still with me from 30 years ago, to my favorite pillowcase from the house I grew up in and took with me to college. Somewhere along the years I found my most trusted ally in this treasure hunt of mine: my camera.
With my camera I can capture the moments i want to remember: the emotions of a day of laughter, the light on a moment full of love, the breeze on a warm day of transformation... That is what I like to capture. The essence, the insides, the light. I don't have many pictures of myself while growing up, and as someone who loves memories that aches me. I wish I could treasure the look in my eyes as the years went by, the projection of my own self through the years as my personality and my confidence in myself grew. But I want to give that gift to other people, the gift of looking back and giving some warm comfort to the heart through the memories of good old days. The faces of their children that might now be all grown up and far away; eyes with less wrinkles and more light; the memory of past places that used to be part of their every day. Let me do that for you.
