It’s tough to make time for your family sometimes. For photographers, sometimes it’s tough to make time to photograph your own family. But you know who gets neglected most often? It's the old folks. In my profession, it's easy to spend my time focused on youth, celebration, and beauty. Those things are pleasing to look at and a joy to photograph. What's less popular and more difficult to capture is the meaning of being alive at all stages and at all times.
So the one summer I spent with my in-laws, I made it a point to photograph them. They hadn't had a real portrait session in a long, long time. The last time, their kids–my husband one of them–were still in school.
That fall came my parents' turn. The Christian faith is central to my parents life, and so they requested that if we took portraits, that they would include an element of prayer in them. To try and make concrete something so deep, something so much about inner life, is quite a challenge.
But I love these images. They capture much of what I felt and saw in them while growing up.
And the last image--my mother bundled up against the cold--may not be stylish, was not taken in the best weather, and even breaks rules of portrait posing... but it is an image of people who, in spite of belonging to another generation, still matter. And I photograph them because they matter. Everyone matters, and our daily moments are beautiful, worthy of being honored by being fully seen.