This is some hardcore family nostalgia mainlined straight into my heart. Yes, it’s 80 minutes. You’ve been warned. Maybe take this in over a weekend. I mean, if you’re family; it’s likely not of interest unless you know us 🙂. This collection of dozens of 16mm home movies was filmed by my Grandpa Awad and my Dad between the late 1960s and early 70s as far as I can tell (Aunt Dorothy will correct me if I’m wrong).
It’s that time of year. Once the holiday madness dies down a bit, I like to reflect on the previous year’s photos and start to cull together my top picks for a photo book. I’ve been doing this for the last few years now and I find it to be a great way to enjoy my photos in a more tactile way. Continue reading “You Should Make a Photo Book”
While visiting my family last year, I was looking through some old photo albums and found a picture of me as a young teenager holding up a pie I was about to put into the oven (I went through a bit of a baking phase). Needless to say, it made me laugh — but something else about the photo struck me. It’s clearly a snapshot and not technically perfect, but I think it’s a great photo (I’m guessing my Mom took it). It made me think about my own photography and, as I’ve started to get more into the craft and process, how I might have approached this same moment. Continue reading “The Story at the Edges”