recently i helped my mom organize some of her photos. boxes of negatives and prints. spanning decades. it was a pretty interesting experience, not only looking back at what my parents shot (one a photographer but both definitely have "the eye") or what they shot of their lives before me. but also, what i shot. it's pretty pathetic and embarrassing to be quite honest. set ups of barbies and stuffed animals. living a life i imagined endlessly. but one thing is for sure, i've always loved shooting people, interacting, spending time with each other. and always trying to find the authenticity of every moment. i recently unearthed my mom's AE-1 and a friend's F100. three months ago i took two rolls in to be developed. today, i picked them up.