Why am I a Photographer?
What does nostalgia mean to you?
It’s different for everyone.
For some, it’s a road trip—wheat fields swaying in the wind as you cruise down I-80. You know where you're headed, but for a moment, it feels like anything is possible. Maybe you’ll pull over, lie in the fields, and count clouds. Red-winged blackbirds sing nearby, and peace feels real—tangible. You're 21, your new love beside you who makes you feel like the world is wide open. Is this adulthood? Creating life on your own terms. Making memories without realizing how precious they’ll become.
For others, nostalgia lives in a quiet Sunday morning. You're still in bed, careful not to disturb the tangle of limbs beside you—three other sets of feet, two of them tiny and round like little cannolis. Sunlight filters softly through a crack in the curtains. You take a moment to admire the warmth glowing on their skin. And suddenly, you're back on that road trip at 21.
You glance at your partner’s face—now 30, marked with perfect little wrinkles etched by 12 years of laughter, tears, and life. It’s the same face you fell in love with, only richer, fuller, deeper. Two became four (plus five dogs). Your heart swells—until a cold nose nudges your leg, reminding you why you got up in the first place. The dogs know it’s time. And so, the day begins.
Look up "nostalgia," and you’ll find: a deep longing for the past.
But that doesn’t quite capture it.
Nostalgia isn’t just missing a time in your life—it’s remembering it in vivid detail. The way things looked. The dreams you were chasing. The way it all felt.
That’s why I pick up my camera.
I’m not just freezing smiles. I’m capturing threads of nostalgia in real time — the kind you’ll want to revisit again and again. Because when the years pass, it won’t be about the perfect pose. It’ll be the way your son curled into your chest, or the way the light wrapped around your partner’s face when they laughed at something only you would understand.
So when you hear the word nostalgia, I hope you find your own definition. One that’s rooted in love, memory, and the beautiful mess of living. And if I’m lucky enough, maybe I’ll get to help you preserve a few of those moments — just as they were, and just as you’ll want to remember them.
