Helping my wife spring clean in February, I came across a wooden box of her grandmother’s silver. As I rummaged through, I was wooed by this old spoon. It struck me as curious that we keep such a pretty thing hidden away.
The spoon’s purpose is unmistakable; however, we don’t use it for anything practical. It’s too special for everyday—maybe too special for any day. Objects like this hold the magic of nostalgia.
Photographing it is an attempt to capture that warm sentimental feeling, to transport, and to tell stories known, unknown, and imaginary.