I do not have favorite clients. I don't.
But I do have clients that I love, ones that I am get so excited to see every year.
Clients that become my friends.
The Kribs are one of those clients.
My heart broke when I realized going back to newspapers wasn't in my future.
I live to tell stories, other people's stories.
I felt like a failure - a sell out.
At my darkest moment, a friend and mentor of mine said, "the work you do for those clients is so important...they are relying on your vision to be part of their family archive and history...don't downplay the work.... it is IMPORTANT to their fabric in life."
A message like that takes a long time to sink into your soul. Especially when that soul is violently revolting against the idea.
Then my yearly shoot for the Kribs arrived.
Two hours of catch up and laughs, were good for my soul.
Because I realized that I was telling their story.
I photographed the Kribs' wedding, their bump, Anna when she first arrived, and every year since.
My job now is to capture the fleeting moments that make up their lives.
It is a job I take very seriously and feel incredibly blessed to be chosen to carry out.
Decades of family photos for the walls and filling albums that will be cherished for years and years to come.
Beats the heck out of my work being used to wrap fish or line bird cages.
I guess the next chapter is always the best one - I am so glad I get to help document for the Kribs.