For one week every summer, my family rents a small cabin overlooking the harbor in Wellfleet, MA. The “little house” came to us as a prize at a preschool auction. Twenty years later, it is entwined with my memory of summer, children growing up, and friends gathering.
As a photographer, I focus on portraits and how personal narratives reveal our common human experience. As I tried to capture the “little house,” I realized that these portraits of small details capture my own narrative. A jar of mismatched forks, a chair by an open window, towels drying on the clothesline; in these tableaus, unchanged over many years, I see myself, my family, and my friends.