HOME, NOW

I have had two homes. First as a child, when my life centered around my brother and we were always playing and engaging through sports and movement. Next, as an adult, husband, and father of two boys, watching many of the same sibling dramas play out. As my sons grow older, layers of memory and nostalgia infuse my evolving reality of fatherhood. Moments overlap, blur, and inform an expanding perspective. These photographs find me in a specific, fleeting moment in time with my young teenagers, guiding, teaching, and providing in a different way than I did just months ago, or will months from now.

I find it odd when parents long for what was: I wish he could be four years old again, that was such an amazing time...  I have never felt this way. I see each phase of parenthood as an appropriate one; adapting, transforming one another, and learning from our past. It’s called growing up.