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This is not portraiture.

It’s not observation from a distance.

It’s something slower, riskier, and more real.

 

The story that unfolds is always a surprise.

It becomes a candid record of a family as they truly are,

along with the brief but meaningful bond we formed by sharing that space.

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This is not about perfection.
It’s about what’s true when no one is trying.

The light, the quiet, the mess.
The in-between minutes that never make it to anyone’s feed,
but stay with you longer than the rest.

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