I grew up in a family of photographers.  My grandpa had a film camera, a darkroom, and six kids, ready and mostly willing.  That love of documenting days was passed on to all his kids. Family reunions were, and still are, a nonstop photo shoot, with all of us cousins being thoroughly documented from every angle.  My mom loved photography too, with our childhoods lovingly captured, developed, and preserved in 100s of 4x6s slipped into album sleeves.  My teen years arrived and I would try and avoid the camera, blocking it with my hand, or making goofy faces. All of which came back to haunt me, as goofy photo birthday cards, made by my uncle, have become a family staple over the years.  As annoying as it seemed as a teen, I am beyond grateful for what has come from my families constant documenting. Thousands of photos of all the people I love, unposed, unstyled, often unwashed (we camped a lot). The value of them now, all these years later, is unmeasurable.

That is what I want for my families.  To play a small role in helping you to document your lifetime of love.  As I have, my families value having tangible photographs to share through the generations.