My dearest Aiti
You have shown me
the brightest of lights in this world
are always right in front of us.

My Mom was the one who taught me the love of capturing images. Maybe because her heart sees so much good in this world she feels that it needed to be somehow contained, to be documented.
Maybe because she was too busy raising seven children that there wasn’t always time to reflect on the moment before it passed, and she could save it for later.
I love her dearly and love that my childhood sits on her bookshelves endless roll after roll. And I know each click of the shutter was was motivated by pure love.