A conversation.

 I grew up being that person in the family with a camera in hand. I took it upon myself to be the one to capture our vacations, birthdays, holidays, and the random everyday stuff. I love(d) it. I wanted to hold those moments in hand on printed paper. I wanted to see how we grew up. I wanted to look back and laugh at how ridiculously we dressed up. I wanted reminders of the places we've visited together and together reminisce about the places we've been. I wanted to capture what others may not have seen and maybe in a way, feel what I felt in that moment. (And still do). 

This photo right here? It reminds me of a man I was blessed to know these past 5 years. That smile rarely left his face. He loved talking about his past, about his church, and his family. He loved his chocolate, grandma's cooking, his salt, cocktail hour and serving the platter of cheese and kielbasa. I love this image of Upi speaking with my brother-in-law. They were so engrossed in their conversation, in that little corner of our tiny dining room for what seemed like forever. Just the two of them talking about the past, church, and family (I assume). A conversation I never heard, but one that I'll always remember. 

Lazlo Karoly 1921-2012.

~rachel