I’ve always been interested in how stories play out within the full scope of a family. I listen closely whenever any long-married couple gives advice, no matter how many times I’ve heard similar bits of wisdom before. I love seeing couples and the families they create. Even algorithms prove that 90 percent of the Instagram photos we’re attracted to are photos of friends, family, and clients with their children and pets celebrating life day-by-day in joyfully mundane ways.
And this is a story I want to tell as well. Not a brand, or a business, or an identity, or any SEO buzzword. Just the real stuff of family. Those moments characteristic of the people and time, which can slip from your memory in a changing and too-busy life. What was it like when you lived in that old neighborhood? What was it like to be a new parent? How did it feel?
This is just some of the real story of this family. This is a baby enjoying a characteristic morning: smoothies and cereal and all; going to Coney Island not because a photographer was there, but because friends were in town and wanted to go. This is what it was like to get her ready to sleep for the night.
There is a transcendence in families, what it means to be a parent or a husband or a wife or a son or daughter, and there are waves and waves of particulars, the things that surprise us when we look back and say, “Wow, that’s what it was like.
