Since I was a little girl, I’ve always had a number of things that have been a constant in my life. My family, friends, and photographs. I vividly remember sitting at either one of my grandparents house and asking my grandmother or cousins to sit with me and look at photos. On my fathers side, my grandparents had about 15 photo albums stored in their coffee table that I would always look forward to sit and go through. On my mothers side, a big box filled with old photos from the village and early days of arriving to Canada.
It’s not just the photos themselves that intrigued me. It was the stories behind the images and the people in them. Stories of making wine in the village. Stories of my grandfather in the trenches during war. Stories of simpler times and finding the happiness in what were not the best of circumstances.
So, here I am. 25 years old and building my own life now. Still surrounded by my friends and family and their stories, but now I get to create my own and capture them in both photographs and writing. Take this as my own little time capsule. My big box filled with photos and memories.