Fatherhood

Nothing rearranged my life — or my photography — quite like becoming a father.

The camera that once chased far-off places turned inward, toward the small rooms and ordinary mornings where most of life actually happens. The light in a kitchen at 6 a.m. became as worth photographing as any landscape.

What follows is an ongoing record of that chapter: the first year, the firsts that came after, and the everyday moments I never want to forget.