Looking at photographs of days past triggers in us a certain nostalgia—instantly the memories come flooding back. Images of birthdays, pets, family and friends, vacations and first days of school. Those memories elicit a feeling, a warmth, an inner glow. However beautiful or awkward, they serve as reflections in time that we pass on from our kids to theirs.

From the moment it goes on the fridge to the day it lands in a shoe-box these snapshots live on, frame by frame, to tell our life stories.

I’m here to help with that :)