Analogue photos have always been an important part of my family; What a beautiful way to document peoples lives. For me it is even more important, since I get to see the life of someone very close to me who is no longer with us…my mother.
Even my grandparents were into photography, I get to see glimpses into my mum’s childhood through the old black and white photos (not sure which camera—it’s probably long gone). I inherited most of my old cameras from my grandma on the other side of the family including my Olympus OM-1 and my Zeiss Ikon Nettar.
They lead up to my parents’ wedding and has left us with hundreds of photos (they were each the oldest from both families), and then not long after, entered me. At the time, my mum was a librarian and my dad a surveyor. She had to give up work when I came along but started a degree in Psychology with the open university, just to keep her occupied.
Here are the best of my mum and me:
All of these are thanks to my dad, as he is also a keen photographer with an Olympus OM-10 (he’s hiding it from me somewhere). Sadly, my mum is no longer with us, she passed away when I was 6, but I am so so lucky to have all the beautiful memories to look at! It’s why photography is so special to me, capturing beautiful moments and memories in time. They are a celebration of life!
This doesn’t mean I don’t celebrate Mother’s Day — my granny is still going strong! This is her on her 84th birthday last January:
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone!