SOMETIMES, PHOTOGRAPHS ARE ALL WE HAVE LEFT.

When I was a kid, my grandma always walked around with a disposable camera. Didn’t matter if it was something as simple as us playing in the pool on a hot summer day or painting at the dining room table with the cousins. I always thought it was a little goofy. Why is she constantly taking pictures of things that don’t even seem important? Sometimes we’d all just be sitting in the living room and you knew she was around when you started seeing stars from the bright auto flash, why? Well, as I grew up I realized that even though it may not have seemed important to me then, those moments were everything to her. She wanted to cherish them and have a physical momentum to remember them by. It didn’t matter how we looked or how we were posed, she just wanted something to remember that moment by. Now, here I am, every summer, at the Jersey Shore with my disposable camera, looking more and more like my gram every day. She taught me the magic of life’s simple moments.