For as long as I can remember, I admired photography. It always fascinated me how with a look through a lens and a touch of a button, you have the ability to capture a moment in time. One simple photograph allows for somebody to relive a past experience or help others imagine what the time was like. An image has the spectacular power to inspire, delight, dishearten, enrage, amuse, and perplex. The highlight of any trip to my grandparent’s home is marveling at the framed photographs that adorn each wall. Every time I walk through the door, I go on a journey back in time from my grandma and grandpa looking so elegant and in love on their wedding day, to my mother and her siblings sporting their coordinating pastel garb and hats on Easter. A plethora of other photos marked different vacations, birthdays, family gatherings, proms, and graduations. Then, of course, there are two entire shelves boasting photos of their beloved grandchildren.
My mother was intent on maintaining this tradition of documenting life’s simple moments and important milestones through photography, whether it be my brother and me running through the sprinkler in the backyard or getting on the bus for our first day of school. I recall her being ready to capture the perfect shot at any moment. Then she would assemble the most beautiful scrapbooks that we frequently reminisce on to this date.