Family portraits, taken in a similar orientation once per year since 1976, presented as photo essay. A family floating through time, children evolving to become echoes of the parents and yet not. A beautiful record.
On June 17th, every year, the family goes through a private ritual: we photograph ourselves to stop a fleeting moment, the arrow of time passing by.
Try keeping your eye on a single column, then scrolling the page vertically – like a filmstrip animation of a person’s biological life.