As an Appalachian...

We tell stories to explain the way we live. We tell stories to instruct others. We tell stories to remind us of those who came before us. I remember afternoons of my childhood spent cross legged with cousins on a floor of bright orange carpet, listening to great aunts, uncles, and grandparents. They would describe what life was like for them growing up. We heard depression era stories, war times, school days, and stories about their elders. We would look over old black and white photos to meet the members of our family tree that had long since passed. The stories brought them to life and gave us an opportunity to meet the people inside the tattered black and white scene. These stories gave and still give us a sense of identity.

I would flip through old photographs as stories filled the air and imagine them playing out in my mind like movies. Still today, I love flipping through old photos. I look forward to the day that I can sit with my own children and introduce them to their great-grandparents who never got to meet them. Even if only in my mind, my MeeMaw and Poppy will get to hold and and kiss my babies as stories (and I’m sure tears) flow.

In the digital age, sitting around and sharing old photographs is becoming a thing of the past. Images are lost, discarded, or completely forgotten. That visual component to the storybook is completely gone for upcoming generations. I want to change that. I'm looking for like-minded clients who want to capture the little things; the day-to-day moments that they don’t want to ever forget.