The families I photograph feel like my own. Maybe it’s the number of hours I spend looking at their faces as I massage each photograph in post-production. Maybe it’s the short bursts of connection as we find reasons to laugh and relax and smile for the camera. Whatever the reason, my heart broke a little when I learned that this family is moving far, far away from me – far enough that they’ll find another photographer; far enough that someone else will watch these sweet kiddos grow up. In the meantime, I shared their last Atlanta-day with them and their beautiful community of neighborhood friends. More families should do this: document their memories with the people who have made them whole and happy and human.
