Most of these were taken over the last four years of my life. I’m not typically one to carry regrets, but I can’t help but wonder how different my relationship to my own story might be if I had carried a camera with me everywhere during the first thirty-two years of my life. From here forward, I’m going to try to take my camera with me wherever I go (within reason). I imagine a future where I’m sitting with future generations of my family, sharing these images and the stories that live inside them. Not as proof of where I’ve been, but as a way of remembering how it felt to be there.
