2/1/19 / by Matt Oberski

Taylor

Taylor

A classic family anecdote for my mom, at least concerning her kids, is the story of the birth of myself and my twin sister. As far as I’m told, my parents had a great amount of difficulty conceiving, and eventually went the in vitro route. When the day came to introduce ourselves, there were a lot of complications, and we very well could have died. Lo and behold, we made it, and twenty six years later, we’re still going strong.

My sister and I have always been close; some might say being twin Geminis may have something to do with it. If I remember correctly, she is partly responsible for my falling in love with photography. She had found our dad’s old Chinon CE-4 35mm camera in the basement, and we spent the next couple summers shooting around our neighborhood, figuring out the camera as we went along, and walking to the Walgreens down the block to get our film developed (what an archaic phrase that is now). Eventually we started taking photo classes in high school, and I was the one who took the camera with me when I moved to Grand Rapids to pursue a degree at Grand Valley State University (sorry, Tay). I still have that camera in my room, and still shoot with it from time to time, but if you ever wanna borrow it, Tay, just let me know. Love you, dude.