I write this from Chicago, halfway through my journey home. I am a little sad, if I am honest, to have left behind the experience of traveling with my camera and getting to know this family. When taken out of context of this blog, these photos will not describe my experience. It is only here that I can try to bring these characters to life as I saw them.

When I look at the photos, I can hear the children calling my name to get my attention. They have such sweet voices and they speak with such enthusiasm. The photos in any other platform won't convey the kindness, generosity and faith the parents have in a photographer from mid-Michigan in the beginning chapters of her career.

I hope that what is universally seen and understood in this series is a family with great love for one another. Curiosity in their environment and adapting to a changing culture in California. Zest for life and living. Appreciation for their home and surroundings. 

The lessons I have learned from these two trips go beyond the lens. What I saw was converted through the lens into little drops, like moisture on a heavily foggy morning. It was pulled through the camera and deposited into my heart and mind. You see, my camera is a tool. An apparatus I look through to see the world. But I am not simply seeing what is there, I am taking in the lessons my subjects have to offer.

It is with a grateful heart I present the last few sneak peeks from my trip to Tiburon.

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