Family Photojournalism | NZ

why family photojournalism

My son used to sneak into our bed every night.  every single night.  He liked to climb up and in, and then lie on my chest with his face pressed on mine to use my face as his pillow.  Then, he climbed in and just slept quietly beside me.  You know what? This week he didn't come in at all.  

A photo of our sweaty faces smooshed together wouldn't mean much to anyone else, but to me, it would be priceless