When I think back on the best, most memorable moments from my life thus far, I’m never thinking about the fancy memories. You know, the ones that look good on paper. Instead I find myself thinking of the everyday.
I think about my sisters and I all sleeping in the same bed just for fun. I think about car rides and my dad pulling over until we putonseatbelts/stoppedyelling/stoppedbuggingthepersonnexttous. I think of pink curlers in my hair and Anne of Green Gables on Saturday night. I think about hiding under the kitchen counter avoiding dishes. I think about lazy Sunday afternoons and staring at the view from the back porch. I think about snuggling and listening and talking and crying and just feeling feelings. I think about the normal everyday stuff…that in hindsight, feels pretty extraordinary.
When It’s all said and done, those will be the moments I’ll think back on. And 99% of them will be of my family.
When the idea was presented of flying to Buffalo NY and spending a few days documenting a family…well…just being a family, it wasn’t hard to say yes.
I slept in their house and spent every waking moment with them and my camera. If they were eating breakfast I was there. If they were lazing around watching TV I was there.
Even though I pride myself on being a “documentary” photographer, this was no easy task. The challenge to see life as is and interject as little as possible is a challenge. No directing. No light control. No location control. Giving up all control to try and actually photograph WHAT IS.
It was an amazing exercise of faith on my part for two days. I had to trust “what was” and let it control me.
Dayton Family thank you for letting me be an honorary member.
When someone asks me to photograph their family…I will always hope they mean the “everyday”.
There are a lot of images in this blog post on purpose. Sometimes editing too much just feels dishonest.