Hi, I'm gina &

I want to tell your story.

As a child, I noticed my family saw tremendous value in photos.

I clearly remember arrangements of albums scattered across the coffee table. Years upon years of memories lined the halls. Visiting my grandparents, I would often find my great-grandfather in his spot on my nana's floral sofa, with an old photo album in his lap. His trembling hand gently turned each page while the other scooped jelly beans out of his candy jar. His blue eyes twinkled brightly behind his thick-rimmed glasses as he told me what he remembered. I realize now that, in each of those black and white photos, a piece of his soul lived,

& would remain long after he left this life.