I have shared images of my family before, but this post feels quite different. I shot these photographs of my mother and father a little over a year ago in the back field at our family home in western Maine. I had been wanting to photograph them together for a while – most of my work is to photograph the love between people but I had never photographed the two people who had first showed me what love is, what marriage is.. and who taught me to be the person I am.
I thought they might be tough subjects… anyone who knows my mom knows she hates having her picture taken and despite how gorgeous she has always been, she rarely translates in photographs. They have always shown love and affection towards each other but I had never set out to specifically document it before this. Editing through these images last night I became so incredibly grateful that I had made them; that I caught my dad’s bellowing laugh and my mom’s real smile, their hands and their tenderness with each other. In the middle of these moments, it doesn’t feel like anything will ever change, that I will ever have to remember anything because they are right there in front of me. A lot has changed in a year and my dad is now fighting hard against something that is trying to defeat him.
He has been fighting cancer for the last six years and last Spring, was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. This Winter he will do what he loves most, ski. He has always said that cross country-skiing will solve the problems of the world and I hope and believe that he is right. He has taught me so much. He is and always will be one of the strongest people I know. As cheesy as it sounds, every day is a gift, and all I can say is that I intend to be very grateful.