Capturing memories.
There’s a restaurant in NE OH called Parasson’s. It’s an Italian restaurant that’s been around since my childhood. I’d describe it as fast family Italian – not quite fast food, not quite fine dining, but in the 90’s there would be a line out the door on Friday and Saturday night with people waiting and being teased by the aroma from inside.
I made the decision to never look back on my journey with photography when I was on a walk. It was an Indian Summer type day, and the leaves were changing, and the sun was shining. I was walking in my downtown Willoughby neighborhood. I turned a corner and smelled amazing Italian cooking from one of the homes I was passing.
I was instantly flashed back to being 13 years old waiting in line with my family at Parasson’s. That memory played a reel of images from growing up that were so fond, I wanted to go back in time.
It’s funny how our senses have the ability to transport us. The crunching leaves of Friday night football games, back to school memories, going to pick out pumpkins, a slight note of change in the air and excitement for the upcoming holidays.
What I love most about photography is capturing those moments. A snapshot of that moment to convey the story for the rest of time.
Laughter. Love. Light.
