My parents make the tastiest jam. I simply love waking up in the morning to the sounds of jars clinking and water boiling on the stove. I remember being a child and watching my mother's and father's hands as they repeated the same steps over and over again. So today I smiled upon entering the kitchen and finding these jars.
I'm trying to shoot every day if possible. I love recording little moments and objects around the house or capturing my nephew's latest dance moves, Mum's cooking, the garden's flowers, anything.
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