I remember the distinct odor of D-76 wafting from my mother's darkroom closet, where she would emerge with these vivid black and white prints of me, my sister, and brother. Seeing her always with camera in hand, along with a rotation of glossy images of us in miniature on our walls, readily became part of who I am.
When I photograph you and your family, I can promise you this: The word "cheese" will never escape my mouth. I don't solicit smiles; they happen naturally, or some other sincere emotion will present itself... one that tells the complete story of you, artfully. And that is always what I aspire to photograph.