My reason for taking photos: My mom died of Cancer when I was 23. I don't have many photos. I wonder what she looked like when she was pregnant. I wonder if I was breastfed. I wonder what my first home looked like. What was our ordinary everyday?  

Magic isn’t found in grand occasions; it is settled snugly in the cracks of your ordinary daily life. And one day when the years have passed, when the mess is gone and the rooms empty, you'll realise those ordinary moments were in fact rather quite extraordinary.