Pictures hold a special importance on so many levels. Well of course I love every aspect of photography and it’s the one thing I think about more than anything else. But as a child seeing pictures of everyone in your family hung around the house somehow marks who you are and in some ways how much you’re loved. Out of all the other things I try to forget it’s really the main thing I tend to drift back to that. I lived there but you never would have known.

Last night I saw that I existed through one single picture. One silly little picture hung on a wall and it meant so much to me.