Behind the Lense

Pictures have always been part of my upbringing. In my mothers house, there are boxes of albums that hold our most treasures memories. My favorites were always the ones I could feel, they had palpable emotions. And not just the happy times, but the times you think you never want to remember. This picture is one of my fondest, in which my mothers eyes were telling a story, that at the time, I was too young to understand. One of motherhood in the midst of depression. For most of my life, all the memories I could recall were picture perfect. It wasn't until life was unkind to me that I could recognize and empathize with what my mothers eye had been saying of that time in her life. Ironically this picture was even more beautiful after such a revelation because I saw the many pages that turned after. It was the journey I saw in a timeline of still moments that grew my passion for storytelling with photos. Even in my most uncertain times, I found myself documenting myself. I guess I wanted to remember that moment because I knew inevitably a new page, chapter, story would come.