Grandpa

I spent the weekend at my grandparent’s house to celebrate my grandfather’s 80th birthday. As my grandparents get older, birthdays begin to take on more significance. When we were young, we celebrated our birthdays because we were approaching adulthood. As we get older we gather our oldest friends and closest family because it may be the last time everyone is all together.

This year is especially significant for my grandfather because he’s sick. Cancer that was long in remission has come back. So I took this opportunity to take hundreds of photos of my family because it is undoubtedly one of the last few times we’ll all be together. I subjected my family to every possible combination of people to the point where my brother reverted to 5-year-old behavior. The only one who didn’t complain a bit was grandpa, who was happy to have me shooting away.

As is very much obvious from my blog, I love photography. For me it means making people feel good, capturing fleeting moments, searching for someone’s essence, and capturing memories. I’m so lucky to have found it.

When you’re young and in love you hold hands because it feels good.
When you’re old and in love you hold hands to support each other.

My brother, sister, and I with my grandparents.

Me and my grandpa

My favorite time to snap a photo is right before people think I’m going to
(technique also used here and here), which results in a semi-candid, semi-posed photo.