Some notes on my hopes for what is to come:

One day far into the future and many roles later I hope some of my pictures have sunk into every day life. The kind of item that just exists within your living space. Even though you pass by those frames every day, multiple times, it isn’t something you stare at or notice often. Sometimes you go months without noticing them. Occasionally you’ll catch a glimpse of one or two consciously, otherwise they’re nestled snuggly in your subconscious.

I hope to be forgotten. I will be, too. You won’t remember my name in ten years. In twenty years the thought of whomever took that picture won’t even materialize. If anything, I’ll just be “the photographer”. But in fifty years maybe someone new will notice an image I made, hanging on a wall of framed images from a life well lived. Tucked away, now aged and washed out from decades of daylight hitting it a few hours when the sun was just right. Perhaps it will create a through line from one generation to the next. Connecting one time space to another. 

I hope those in the future like my images.

I hope they see themselves in them.

I hope they think you looked cool, human, comfortable.

And I hope,

more than anything,

that you do too.