“I fell in love with preserving memories the way they felt in the moment.”

I grew up in the old woods of Florida; barefoot in the backyard, covered in dirt, running endlessly outside with my cousins until the streetlights came on. Some of my favorite childhood memories were made with the simplest things: a sandbox, a trampoline, a garden hose, and an imagination that made every summer day feel endless.

There was always a camera around growing up, quietly documenting the ordinary moments nobody thought twice about at the time. Blurry disposable photos, sun-faded prints, snapshots of muddy feet, birthday parties, animals, summers outside. As I got older, I realized those were the memories I held onto the hardest..little pieces of time I could return to.