Personal | The Art of the Narrative

posted on: Sunday, May 19, 2013


This frame is, quite possibly, my favorite frame yet from my (now retired) Polaroid 250 Land Camera. This is a frame from our weekend in Treasure Island with my family a little over a year ago. My mom is on the left, with Cadence in her arms, and my aunt in the chair. 

Photographs like this, to me, are exactly why the art and treasury of narrative photography are so important. Frozen moments from a bigger story are plucked out of time, beautifully, and chronicled forever. If I found a photo like this of my grandmother holding me as a baby I’d be thrilled. I hope one day Cadence understands why we take photos like this for him. These days, these moments, these stories. We are charged as the keepers of his history. These images are the words of his life story.