03/11/2026
This is what I believe photography is for.
Not the perfectly curated feed. Not the likes. The moment you hold someone’s life up to the light and realize — this person was paying attention. And now, so can you.
My fiancé’s grandfather almost threw away seven trays of Kodachrome slides. I bought a suitcase and made him a promise.
Going through his archive, I found 60 years of a life fully documented — the Parthenon before scaffolding, strangers on streets in Germany, his homeland in Kefalonia, the flowers he arranged in his shop.
And somewhere in those trays, I found a piece of myself.
I’ve been writing about it over on The Archives of Us — link in bio if you want to come along.