Cape Cod Portrait Photography

My Story

I grew up in Western Mass, and spent my summers on Cape Cod. To say I’m obsessed with old photographs is an understatement— this is a historic image of my grandparent’s house. Every time I look at it I feel my childhood: running down the hill between the big barn and little barn, watching my grandmother hang out laundry to dry, long days at the pond, going to the go-carts and playing mini golf, and eating endless peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. When they purchased this property, the once manicured bog was a thriving pond with tall trees between the yard and water’s edge. My grandfather would use the big barn for storage (and puttering/ tinkering) and and I would often go in and look around to see the giant cranberry processing machinery and wheels against the walls. I can still smell the sweet, dark, damp, moldy air… a very classic old Cape home smell.