My grandfather gave me rolls and rolls and rolls of expired film. Some of the rolls expired before I was even born. Many of these photographs were taken from my window seat on the plane flying home to Illinois for his funeral. The connection I have with my grandfather through photography is one that will always be with me. He and my Dad both taught me so much about the medium and their passion for the art form was passed down to me through observation, care, and love. I still have rolls left to continue my story and plan to pass some down to my daughters so they can start theirs.