So here we are again, writing a blog post more than a year after the last one. I would not pretend to call myself and excellent writer or poet. At the most, I only hope to reach the level of “good communicator” if only for the sake of my résumé. In my experience, I have been most impacted by stories that are immersive, believable, and at their core contain some great mystery or truth. I hope to share that experience in the way I tell stories and the way I capture the world through my camera lens.
Almost all of the training I received in photography was in the style of documentary photography. Narrative driven, tangible, and un-retouched were the ways in which I processed my images. Context is an absolute necessity to life and just seeing its good parts can make a complete person into a cartoon, 2-D and completely unbelievable. I care deeply to represent reality, not a facade of perfection, but life: warm, loving, heartbreaking, disgusting, worthwhile, broken, but true.
In my own home, I photograph. Some days I shoot more than others and sometimes not at all. Photography in my home is to share the happy occasions, to mark the milestones, and to remember the hard days too. Often, the subjects of my photos are my children and my loving wife and often I think only to share on social media when things are going well. If you know us and are in our lives regularly, you are aware that we are on the journey of adoption, and that although this road has been walked many times, it is a difficult one. We are loved and supported by many in our community, encouraged by those who succeeded before us, and still we are aware that we may yet face much hardship.
For me, this became the impetus to begin documenting our home life again and to share it in the form of a blog. I want to share with everyone our thoughts and feelings; our struggles and triumphs through this new adventure we are embarking on. When I photograph at home, I share a part of me with you.
