01/28/2026
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There is something so sacred for me about including grandparents in a family session. Photographs preserve the way they look, but video captures everything else we’ll ache for one day—the cadence of their voices, the way they laugh, the familiar gestures and mannerisms that feel like home.
When I think of my own long-deceased grandmothers, my memories are sensory and tender. One smelled of lavender always, her life rooted in the fields of her lavender farm in Oregon. The other padded through her California kitchen in soft housecoats, stirring mac and cheese and baking my favorite cookies while the Dodgers played in the background. I would give anything to hear their voices again.
Extended family sessions both fill and humble me. There are so many people, so many moving pieces, so many degrees of freedom for me to direct, all while simultaneously capturing still photographs and unfolding moments on film. It’s chaotic and beautiful, and I treasure it even as it stretches me.
This particular session made me long to be with my grandparents again. My favorite moment wasn’t planned: each grandfather spontaneously lifted a grandson onto his shoulders and smiled proudly. I held my breath behind the camera, wishing the moment would never end—grateful that, thanks to video, it never would.