a box of old pictures. that was the start.
i'm asked all the time: how did you get started in photography?
it wasn't with a camera, not really.
my start was my love for it -- the love for the way people who care about each other stand; the way family members look alike not just by facial features, but posture, gaze. my start was a box of old family photos. does every grandma's place have such a box? (oh i hope so!) 4 years ago annika + i documented rachel + andy's wedding spending an incredible day in rocheport with the many miller siblings and their unbelievable mom + dad. they've been one of our favorite families ever since!
so when andy called last month i jumped...JUMPED at the chance to reconnect with this crew. he and his brothers + sisters were planning a 40th anniversary party and wanted pictures to be part of the celebration. right on, friend, right on!
they convened HERE: The Willows a lakehouse retreat new memphis, missouri, and all were pitching in to pull the party together before grandma + grandpa arrived. (ok, some party prep AND some fishing and foosball because playing with cousins...it never really gets better than this!)
"the sisters" (andy's term) had decided on a color palette for the party and applied it to wardrobe choices, too. what a fun time we had lakeside with family groups and sibling groups and subgroups and cousins and kids -- and most of all, lots of love, many hugs, and smiles galore. [ok, and some VERY cute tears from a wee one, see below: top right -- too cute, eh?!]
now go out and hug somebody...
and by the way PRINT some pictures. put them in a box. and share them with reckless abandon.
life's too short to leave your pictures on your camera's memory card. if you can't touch them, it's hard to share the love.