Growing up, we didn’t have much by most standards.

But I don’t remember what we didn't have.

What I remember is the life my mom gave us, and the one thing she saved up for every single year. One printed portrait.

Those annual trips to Olan Mills mattered more than she probably realized. That single print became proof of who we were in that season of our lives.

Years later, those photographs still exist. The memories are still there. Someday we'll fight over who keeps them.

That’s why I believe so deeply in printed work that lasts.