Killed By Penguins

I wouldn’t consider myself a photographer, but boy do I love a photo!

My late granddad, Peter Altham, was a wedding photographer, working alongside my grandma, Rayma. When Pop passed away, my brother and I went through his old negatives and discovered something that has stayed with me. Each roll of film held the weddings they captured—beautiful life memories frozen in time. But at the end of each roll, whenever there was a spare frame, Pop would take a photo of something that caught his eye in that moment. A moment of whimsy, beauty, or just his unique perspective. It was like seeing the world through his eyes.

Now, you can see through mine.

This is my life.

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