One Roll of Evening

Kamilia and her children, a quiet chapter in Jersey City

Friday evening. Kamilia, her children, a new place. Nothing staged. Nothing fancy.

They had just moved, after searching for a while, as their family grew with little Jasper.

Her husband was still at work. Kamy took her two kids, and we walked around their new home for one roll of film.

I wanted them to remember this: the quiet togetherness, the gentle pulse of ordinary life, the beginning of a chapter they carry in their hands. One roll. One evening. One memory folded into film.

Simple. Real. Entirely theirs.