since 2014
I’ve photographed Chloe as we both grew up.
We met for the first time in 2008 when Chloe was about 6 months old.
A tiny, non-verbal thing, handed to me in a bundle by their father, my stomach sunk with the weight of it. The mortality. The love was immediate.
Perfect, alien, holy.
As we grew, so did our friendship.
In the summer of 2014, Chloe four and I fourteen, I took some my first photographs with a real camera, of Chloe.
Years passed through us like breaths, these days Chloe is thinking about college.
They have a drivers license.
Eleven years later, watching Chloe grow up is the most rewarding thing I’ve been a part of.
December 30, 2014
The first time I made photos of Chloe
