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HOME 2026 EXHIBITION
Stronger Together
Family — Community — Connection
Presented by the National Council on Aging (NCOA), this hybrid exhibition—both onsite and virtual—features 20 cash award–winning artists, highlights numerous honorable mention images, and showcases more than 300 selected photos from hundreds of submissions nationwide. Each piece tells a powerful story about the importance of relationships and community in our lives. Captured by photographers from around the country, these images show real moments of joy and connection. They remind us how aging well means staying engaged—and how much stronger we are together.
“To quote Brené Brown, ‘Connection is why we’re here; it is what gives purpose and meaning to our lives.’ The images selected for the 2026 NCOA Photography Awards Contest introduce us to an inspiring cast of characters who connect through family, work, volunteerism, nature, art, music, dance, sports, travel, and spiritual and intellectual pursuits. These individuals connect through their shared experiences. Themes of recreation, regeneration, and celebration—sometimes occurring under very difficult circumstances—reverberate throughout these compelling photographs. There are images of relationships that simply make us smile, alongside inspiring glimpses of sheer grit and tenacity.
These photographs exemplify a masterful use of color, contrast, and clarity, together with a deft use of light and directional lines to convey mood and express meaning. They pull us into the joys and challenges of real-life people endeavoring to continue growing and to age wisely and well.”
— Carol Lukitsch, Guest Award Juror
Photos featured in this gallery are for exclusive use by the National Council on Aging. Visitors requesting to download any featured image must contact the artist directly to gain usage permission.
First Place Award
© Catherine Wang, "Teaching The Tradition."
In a makeshift rehearsal trailer, a senior Chinese opera singer introduces American children to the vocal techniques of traditional Chinese opera. Through her guidance and encouragement, the children discover a new cultural art form, showing how mentorship and shared experiences helped build stronger connections across generations.
In the small town of Douglas, Wyoming, with a population of about 6,400 people, I captured a photo of two men wearing cowboy hats sharing a moment of camaraderie. They sat across from one another at a booth with red vinyl seats in the historic College Inn Bar, the oldest continuously operating business in the city. They were deep in conversation, clearly enjoying the bond of friendship, with one man laughing heartily. The scene felt authentic, warm, and very Western. It felt like they went "way back". It was a charming snapshot of local life...a timeless moment showing that some bonds do indeed transcend time and space.
My dad, a WWI veteran at age 97, enjoyed a free flight in a Stearman biplane provided to him by the "Dream Flight" crew that supports veterans nationwide. It was a beautiful summer day, and my dad enjoyed the flight immensely.
After living in New York for over 80 years, my mom moved to the Homelake Veterans Center when she could no longer live alone. The facility provided excellent care and a safe, supportive environment for her. One of the greatest comforts was that one of her oldest friends was also a resident there. Their friendship had lasted for many years, and being together again meant a great deal to both of them. It brought them comfort and companionship during this new chapter of their lives.
Two senior women dressed as Catrinas, adorned with flowers and full makeup, stand side by side in laughter and pride. The image celebrates aging as visibility, friendship, and joy—honoring tradition while embracing life fully, boldly, and together.
Merit Award
© Mark Weller, "Faith On Christmas Eve."
An elderly man holds a lit candle in the pew of a church, celebrating Christmas Eve as the congregation prepares to sing Silent Night. “Faith on Christmas Eve” shares a moment that gets me every time. The lights dim, candles are lit, and we sing Silent Night. This moment is treasured – a shared experience gathering family members at our side and also reminding us of those who remain only in our memories. It is a moment to share a collective bond in the glow of a neighborhood church with family, with friends, with memories. All is calm, all is bright.
Two Freemasons honor Abolitionist Prince Hall in Cambridge, MA, where ceremonial events on Memorial Day often include tributes to Hall's memory and work.
This portrait continues my exploration of family lineage and the quiet ways love is carried forward through time. In this image my mother sits at the center, surrounded by three generations of the family she helped nurture. In front of her is my niece’s young daughter, while beside her stands my niece and her husband, forming a circle of support that bridges generations. While my mother represents the foundation of our family, this portrait also reflects how families continue to grow and evolve as new members join and become part of that legacy. Marriage expands the family story and strengthens the bonds that hold generations together. The youngest generation stands joyfully at the forefront, embraced by the presence and guidance of those around her. Within families aging is not simply about growing older. It is about watching the family you helped build continue to grow, expand, and thrive through the generations that follow
Bill, who is 83 years old, spent a good part of the summer helping to build a protective living shoreline in his community. This work required heavy lifting, mud boots, sun hat, and a great sense of humor. Living well requires all of that!
Candid street photo taken during the annual Easter Parade in NYC, 2025. This image powerfully captures an older person as the joyful center of community life. Dressed in a vibrant patchwork outfit and an extravagant flower-covered hat, she stands confidently in the middle of a city street while a crowd gathers around her with smiles and phones raised. She is not simply being watched—she is leading the moment, creating delight, and inviting connection. The people surrounding her seem energized by her presence, turning the street into a shared celebration. The photograph shows aging as expressive, visible, and influential, with creativity and personality bringing generations together in a public space.
An elderly couple dances together, celebrating life, movement, and the timeless joy of companionship.
Two lifelong friends, Ken Santucci and Pat Feury, stand beside their boat at the Masters National Rowing Competition in Oklahoma, continuing a partnership that has spanned more than 60 years on the water. Now in their 80s, they return each year not only to compete — and often win — but to share once more in the rhythm and trust built through decades of rowing together.They compete with complete synchronization, strength, and mutual respect; success depends on unity as much as skill. In this quiet moment after the races, their connection is unmistakable. More than an athletic achievement, the photograph reflects enduring friendship and shared purpose. It speaks to aging not as decline, but as continuity — a testament to how commitment, companionship, and deep trust can sustain both passion and performance across a lifetime, making them stronger together.
My husband has joined with a group of friends to hike up in the Scottish Highland. This has been on his bucket list for many years. As we took a bus to the base of this "mountain," our guide told us about the Mackenzie clan she belonged to and sang a Gaelic song.
Buckwheat Zydeco, the stage name for Stanley Dural Jr. 1947-2016 an iconic American Zydeco accordionist musician.
At a Memorial Day gathering, two Navy veterans reunite. To them, Living Well means remembering together—honoring sacrifice, valuing the bonds forged in service, and carrying those memories forward with gratitude and respect for those who served.
My parents-in-law visited us in Kentucky during the fall season. they found a joyous adventure among the tranquil autumn leaves. My father-in-law had suffered a stroke, causing partial paralysis in his facial muscles. Despite this, he never stopped smiling and laughing, and even in his later years, he never lost his undeniable spark and kind, affable nature. This snapshot of my parents-in-law is a cherished reminder to me that there is beauty and joy to be found in every season of life.
Photo from the 2026 Doodle Romp at Pie Loch Dog Park in Viera, FL. A women hold her dog for a photo.
"Vada and Grandma" is an image of my grandmother and Vada Barnes, two ladies who know how to light up a room. Both living in small town Irvine, Kentucky, they live their lives well by bringing joy and smiles to everyone around them. They both find happiness in church and my Grandma is the most Christlike person you will ever meet. She dedicates her time and energy to serving others and will always lift you up. Vada will keep you laughing and laughing with her jokes and even makes holding fresh eggs seem like the funniest thing in the world.
An elderly art teacher continues to paint in her studio while her faithful dog sits quietly beside her. In the background hangs a painting she created 12 years ago of the two of them together, capturing the beginning of a friendship that has endured through the years. Time has passed, but their companionship remains unchanged. The image reflects the quiet strength found in lasting bonds and reminds us that connection—whether with people or beloved companions—can bring comfort, purpose, and joy throughout life.
Women athletes in the 50+, 60+ 70+-64 age group categories participate in the softball competition during the second day of the National Senior Games at the Hy-Vee Multiplex Powered by the City of Grimes in Grimes, Iowa. One of the teams poses for a group photo before entering the field. The Olympic-style biennial National Senior Games, presented by Humana, brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
I love street photography, the serendipitous moments that present themselves and reveal much about the subject and human nature. I captured Images of seniors living with different moods from joy to loneliness but coping. Living well sometimes means making the best of what we have and finding joy in community, whether it's through history, music, travel, poker, or simply friendship.
History comes to life in this Boston-area Revolutionary War re-enactment, where the "soldiers" appear to have some real-life bonds with their comrades that I am sure enrich their lives.
This is already the 27th year we welcome the cherry blossoms with a picnic,” said this wonderful couple as they greeted the sunrise at 6:30 a.m. by the Tidal Basin in Washington, sipping hot coffee and enjoying a few thoughtfully prepared morning treats. I had arrived at 5 a.m., like many fellow photographers, braving the early morning cold while searching for the perfect place to settle with my camera and tripod. But I never expected the most extraordinary moment to reveal itself behind our backs - where two people who truly savor life sat happily at their breakfast table - a living image of how we bloom together through joy, connection, and curiosity at any age.
Beneath the pink and purple magnolia blossoms in Washington, DC, a grandmother looks down tenderly at her granddaughter holding a magnolia flower. Surrounded by the beauty of spring, the moment reflects the quiet strength of family connection across generations. Through shared time, care, and affection, older adults help nurture the bonds that keep families and communities growing stronger together.
Our grandson Rory can spend hours putting Legos together. He likes to sort them by color and design his on creating. He will look at the box to see what the suggestions are but then he likes to change them up to whatever he feels like building at the time. Papa (Grandpa) is always there to assist and discuss what they are going to build and create. Sometimes they build cities together, or all different kinds of characters. There is usually a story line, which Papa loves to embellish when he tells the story. Rory will interject his version, and a good time is had by all.
By the ocean, hand in hand, grandpa and grandson enjoy a peaceful walk, creating memories as endless as the sea.
Cake and ice cream, paper hats, noise makers, and an over-the-top gold beaded "It's My Birthday" necklace were all part of the festivities celebrating Ellen's birthday at her care residence.
Josie Buckmiller, who is 85, takes a dip every morning, every day of the year, in Lake Pend Orielle. The Sandpoint resident is part of the core formation of a group of women who consistently meet up in the morning. They swim, they dip, and they rejoice in living well!.
Waiting for a water taxi in Venice, I photographed 3 travelers.
Sidhu Berry Farm owners, Puallup, WA
Inosculation occurs when two individual trees growing in close proximity become morphologically joined. This is a photograph of my dad, step-mom and my in-laws.
An extraordinary motorcycle mechanic
Photographed at the 2025 Masters National Rowing Competition in Michigan, this image captures a special celebration honoring athletes over 80, including several in their 90s, who continue to row and compete each year. When asked who planned to return the following season, nearly every hand rose in unison. The gesture is both humorous and profound — a declaration of commitment to sport, to community, and to one another. Rather than focusing on age as limitation, the photograph highlights vitality, shared purpose, and collective resilience. It reflects how encouragement, camaraderie, and long-standing dedication sustain these athletes season after season. More than longevity alone, this moment speaks to the enduring power of belonging, a reminder that strength grows when it is lived and expressed together.
At the Stamford Senior Center, a simple ukulele class became something much bigger. Many of these members had never played a musical instrument before but together, guided by a dedicated instructor and fellow senior center member, they found rhythm, confidence, and friendship. What began as learning basic chords led to building a community.. Their smiles say it all; it’s never too late to learn, to grow, and to create joyful music together.
At the annual fox hunt parade in Middleburg, Virginia, two senior riders stand beside their horses, smiling as they prepare to join the festive procession. Their enthusiasm and camaraderie reflect a lifelong connection to tradition, community, and the outdoors. Moments like this show how older adults remain active participants in cultural events, strengthening community bonds and celebrating the joy of shared experiences.
In their seventies and long retired, these three women share a friendship that began years ago through dance. What started as practicing steps together gradually grew into a close bond that extends far beyond the dance floor. They continue to meet regularly to rehearse and perform at local community events and senior centers, using dance as a way to stay active and give back. Through their shared passion, they bring smiles to others while demonstrating how friendship, connection, and purpose can continue to flourish later in life.
These three women, all in their seventies and long retired, first met many years ago as dance partners. What began as shared practice sessions soon grew into a deep and lasting friendship. They continue to rehearse together regularly and perform at local community events and senior centers, bringing joy and energy to audiences around them. Through dance, they support one another and stay connected with their community, believing that friendship, purpose, and service can grow stronger with every step.
Tender moment at home grandpa gently holds his grandson, filling the room with warmth and quiet love.
An elderly cranberry farmer stands knee-deep in a flooded bog, surrounded by a vast sea of floating red cranberries. Wearing a red cap and waterproof waders, he looks steadily at the camera while workers harvest in the background. The image captures the tradition, labor, and quiet pride of cranberry farming in New Jersey.
A moment of intimacy of an elderly couple waling hand in hand casting a long shadow, a metaphor that shows love prevails. “Where Shadows Walk Together” reflects the quiet endurance of love across a lifetime. I photographed this from a balcony on Virginia Beach as a couple strolled through the ambience of the setting sun. Their shadows stretch across the pavement, becoming a metaphor for the depth of their shared journey. From the excitement of youth to the gentle rhythm of later years, love evolves yet remains constant. In this moment the shadows speak as eloquently as the figures themselves, suggesting that the truest measure of a relationship may be the time they travel together.
Wearing a vintage railroad cap, an enthusiast inspects a model train on its track. Each careful adjustment and moment of attention reflects a love for detail and the delight of hands-on passion—small joys that make life meaningful, truly living well.
“My involvement with yoga has become increasingly important to me over the years. It gives me a wonderful sense of community and belonging, being part of a group of women who are all doing their best to care for and preserve our bodies. Just as importantly, it gives me the exercise I truly need to keep my own body strong and flexible as I grow older. I feel grateful to share that time and effort together.” Evelyn 96 years old (photo was taken when she was only 95 years old) Ada, Evelyn’s teacher, wears a mic so that the instructions go directly into Evelyn’s hearing aids. In addition to being profoundly hard of hearing, Evelyn is legally blind due to macular degeneration.
I met this inspiring, lovely couple in southeast Wyoming over a 4th of July weekend. They traded their traditional home for a renovated Bluebird Bus, choosing to spend their golden years traveling the open road. Their love for one another was quite apparent and proved that "home' isn't a fixed location, but more about the person you're with. Accompanied by their dog, they embrace a life of adventure spreading joy and kindness wherever they go proving it is never too late to start a new chapter. Their journey serves as a beautiful reminder to prioritize love and connection, to be present, and to embrace the now.
This photograph was the final image from the photography session, a quiet and meaningful conclusion to our time together behind the camera. In that moment, I stepped beside Kim in front of the lens, and we embraced naturally, smiling not for the photograph itself but for one another. As aging women, learning to accept the visible marks of time—wrinkles, creases, and changes in our faces—can be complicated and deeply personal. Society often teaches us to resist these signs of aging, yet they are honest records of a life lived, of years filled with laughter, hardship, growth, and love. Each day, I feel profound gratitude for the loving family that surrounds me and for the enduring closeness I share with my sister. That bond has matured alongside us, shaped by shared history, mutual support, and an understanding that does not require words. In this image, we celebrate that love openly and without hesitation. Rather than hiding the evidence of time, we honor it, offering thanks for the wrinkles we have earned - symbols of resilience, experience, and connection. The photograph becomes not just a portrait, but a testament to sisterhood, acceptance, and the beauty found in embracing who we are at this stage of life.
“Kim with Mom's Shawl” is a photograph of my older sister, Kim. I had never photographed my sister before (aside from family snap shots) and I found her to be comfortable in front of the camera. We spent a couple of hours in the studio playing with various poses, lighting, and using different pieces of clothing and family props. The time together was very special to both of us. We are five years apart so were not close as children, but I always looked up to her and emulated her in many ways. As we grew older, we became closer and share our strong connection with family. For Kim, living well means staying physically active with strong connections to family. She is comfortable in her body and confident in her life. In this photograph, I love the way she gazes at the camera, strong, beautiful and sensual.
Ode to Anne Noggle (Reminiscence: Portrait with my Sister)
The photographer, Anne Noggle, is best known for her self-portraits of older women and herself. I have admired her work since I studied with her in Graduate school. My photograph of myself and my sister pays homage to her work. In this photograph we are holding our face imitating a facelift. We look seriously into the camera with determination and confidence. We are challenging the viewer to accept us as we are.
Two longtime rowing partners, Pat Feury ans Ken Santucci, stand side by side after earning gold at the Masters National Rowing Competition in Indiana, a victory that reflects more than a single race. For over 60 years they have rowed together, reuniting annually to compete in the demanding pair event — a discipline that requires absolute trust, strength, and precision between two athletes. Their medals mark achievement, but their partnership marks endurance. In this moment, triumph is inseparable from friendship; success is built on decades of shared rhythm and unwavering support. The photograph honors not only competitive excellence, but the deeper commitment that draws them back to the water each season. Aging well, for them, is defined by continued engagement, mutual reliance, and the joy of striving side by side — proving that strength matures through companionship, friendship and a shared passion.
A veteran Chinese opera singer, alongside her younger stage partner, teaches a group of American children the fundamentals of Chinese opera at a national performing arts center. Through patience, guidance, and shared passion, they introduce the next generation to a centuries-old art form. The moment reflects how cultural traditions and artistic knowledge are preserved when generations come together to learn, teach, and inspire one another—demonstrating that communities grow stronger when connection and mentorship are shared.
During the break, a senior opera singer and her partner pause their lesson in traditional Chinese Opera, while the children they are teaching fill the air with drifting bubbles. Laughter and music mingle in the moment, turning the space into a bridge between generations. Through sharing their art and passion, the elders pass on more than technique—they pass on culture, joy, and the confidence that aging can remain vibrant, creative, and deeply connected to the community.
“My involvement with yoga has become increasingly important to me over the years. It gives me a wonderful sense of community and belonging, being part of a group of women who are all doing their best to care for and preserve our bodies. Just as importantly, it gives me the exercise I truly need to keep my own body strong and flexible as I grow older. I feel grateful to share that time and effort together.” Evelyn 96 years old (photo was taken when she was only 95 years old) Ada, Evelyn’s teacher, wears a mic so that the instructions go directly into Evelyn’s hearing aids. In addition to being profoundly hard of hearing, Evelyn is legally blind due to macular degeneration.
Our granddaughter had trouble adjusting to naps at our house and would cry and cry in her crib. Rocking her and walking with her made little difference - she would begin to cry again as soon as she was laid down in her crib. One day, out of desperation, I wondered if she would sleep with her Pop, who was having a nap of his own. I carefully settled the baby on his chest and she was out like a light! Later I snuck in and took this photo. Nurturing and playing with our grandchildren is one of the best things about being an older adult. Building a deep connection with our granddaughters is a balm for our souls and one of the happiest things in our lives.
A sweet everyday memory shared smiles and soft hugs between grandfather and grandson.
Processing crabs that will be packaged and sold on Hooper's Island.
Taken Off Smith Island In Maryland.
An older graduate stands proudly in a cap and gown, smiling warmly as he holds a bold red sign that reads, “NEVER TOO LATE.” The bright yellow hood of his academic regalia contrasts with the black gown and mortarboard, symbolizing achievement and perseverance. The image captures a powerful message: education and personal accomplishment have no age limit. It’s a celebration of determination, lifelong learning, and the courage to pursue dreams at any stage of life.
An empowered senior farmer stands tall in her New Jersey corn-field, arms crossed with quiet confidence and strength. Surrounded by thriving green stalks beneath an open sky, she embodies resilience, experience, and the enduring spirit of women in agriculture.
Sometimes, the best part of any birthday celebration is the people with whom you spend it! Susie brings in her 60th birthday in true New Orleans style, with a second line on Bourbon Street.
Longtime best friends, Herb and Susie, decided to make New Orleans their destination of choice to celebrate their 60th birthdays in a way you can nowhere else! They and their friends from all over the country spent a week in the city, having a blast, with their trip culminating in a second line that is different to the cultural second lines for which the city is famous. Birthday or wedding second lines are for-hire events that still maintain some of the authentic aspects of the New Orleans second line, namely their all-important engine: a brass band. Herb and Susie are seasoned visitors to New Orleans, so they know how it's done, and they celebrated their milestone with serious gusto.
This photo radiates the joy of an older person fully at home in community. The woman in front, wearing a playful ant hat and handmade decorations, seems both expressive and deeply connected to the people around her. She is not on the sidelines; she is central, visible, and celebrated. Her smile carries confidence, humor, and experience, while the crowd, costumes, and cameras suggest shared ritual and collective creativity. The image challenges stereotypes of aging by showing participation, leadership, and delight. It captures how community can keep identity vibrant, giving older adults space to be bold, social, and wonderfully themselves there. Candid street photo taken during the Easter parade in NYC, 2025.
We are most definitely stronger together—whether as a family, a community, or a nation. As a photographer I try to capture these connections though the environment in ways that preserve the memories, emotions, and relationships that define my world. Photography allows me to pause time and hold onto the moments that matter most. Much of my work reflects on the deep ties I share with my family, every image becomes a small tribute to the people who inspire me, support me, and form the center of my universe. My granddaughter brings my wife and myself a piece of happiness that surrounds or home and hearts.
Syd Smith (back to camera) receives a hug from a friend who attended his commitment ceremony at the Church of the Covenant, Boston.
This group of artists from the local art center has gotten together to walk weekly for several years. They enjoy nature, have lively conversations, and get their exercise, while building lasting friendships.
This group of artists from the local art center has gotten together to walk weekly for several years. They enjoy nature, have lively conversations, and get their exercise, while building lasting friendships.
Standing start at the 1-Mile Road Race for the National Senior Games was held at the Iowa State Capitol in Des Moines, Iowa. The ceremony officially kicked off the 2025 National Senior Games presented by Humana, which brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
In a heavily wooded area, it is difficult to find a space that is open enough to see, in this case, the solar eclipse. Many of us found this area at the North Unitarian Universalist Church, that accommodated us for several hours. We shared snacks, tricks to get good pictures, and connected watching the sun disappear. Pictures can't capture the ahhs that we made when we experience the total eclipse.
After celebrating Lunar New Year at a local community event, a group of Korean seniors gather for a photo in their traditional attire. The celebration brings them together not only to honor their cultural heritage, but also to strengthen friendships and community bonds. Moments like these highlight how shared traditions can keep communities connected and vibrant at every stage of life.
A retired engineer and his son spent countless hours designing and building this enchanting curved red bridge for a nearby social trail. Three generations of friends and neighbors came together to assemble it, sharing their strength, knowledge and skills with one another.
At the Stamford Senior Center, we live by one simple truth: You don’t stop playing because you grow old, you grow old when you stop playing. This day wasn’t just an outing for ice cream and a carousel ride. It was a reminder that joy has no age limit. Some came insisting they were “too old” to climb onto a painted horse. But laughter has a way of changing minds. One by one, they saddled up and as the carousel turned, so did time—carrying them back to childhood, to carefree afternoons, to the simple magic of laugher and music. Their smiles say what we believe every day: we are never too old to play and to have fun. Growing older is inevitable. Growing old at heart is optional.
Lift off, Being a balloonist brings a whole new level of excitement to life. The excitement is palatable even from the ground. Getting to the moment of lift off requires serious teamwork. Travel, set up, and making sure the conditions are safe for take off and landing. Landing a balloon is not like landing a plane and the “terror” of that alone keeps many from the experience. Being able to share Ballooning with all ages of folks and living through daily shared experiences with other keeps one thinking and feeling young! Its exhilarating to be able to enjoy nature and people in this unique way.
Candid street photo taken the annual Mermaid Parade in Coney Island, NY, June 2025. This image captures an older man moving through a lively crowd with quiet confidence and unmistakable style. His bright cap, long white beard, patterned shirt, and bold graphic clothing make him stand out, but the scene also shows his belonging. He appears fully part of the event’s energy, surrounded by people dressed creatively, taking photos, and sharing space on the boardwalk. Rather than fading into the background, he occupies the center with presence and individuality. The photograph suggests how community can affirm older adults as expressive, visible participants—people who contribute character, history, and flair to collective public life each day.
Jewish Family Service in Dallas, Texas, has a number of assistance programs. Like most religious charities, assistance is available for anyone. Here, volunteers prepare and pack meals for elderly, shut-ins, and people on food assistance programs. Delivery people do wellness checks as they deliver.
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and every one of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
A digital photograph of Elmer Lucille Allen being honored with a bronze bust portrait for her contributions to the Louisville, Kentucky community and African American history.
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and every one of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
Three families sit together, waiting for an outdoor wedding to start.
On my mother's 80th birthday, our family gathered at the lake to celebrate a life that had always centered around love and togetherness. In this playful moment, we held cutout mouths in front of our faces, turning ourselves into something wonderfully ridiculous. We laughed until it hurt. It was a simple joke, but the photograph now carried a deeper meaning. My father was still with us then, and none of us knew how precious the ordinary joy would become. In the shared laughter of that day lives a reminder: connection, humor, and family are the moments that hold us together long after the day has passed.
Once my mom was settled and comfortable at the Homelake VA Center, she spent a lot of time with her lifelong friend Richard, whom I called Uncle Richard. He had been a close friend to both my mom and dad for more than 60 years, and their long friendship made her time there even more meaningful.
Candid street photo taken during the annual Santa Con in NYC, December 2025. This photograph shows an mature woman at the center of a holiday gathering, surrounded by others in Santa hats and winter clothes. Her red outfit and calm expression make her stand out, but the scene also emphasizes togetherness rather than isolation. The festive lights and carousel behind the crowd create a shared atmosphere of celebration, memory, and seasonal ritual. She appears present, composed, and fully included in the group’s energy, suggesting how community events can offer joy, visibility, and belonging across generations. The image captures aging with dignity and style, showing an older adult participating in public festivity with pride.
Women athletes in the 50+, 60+ 70+-64 age group categories participate in the softball competition during the second day of the National Senior Games at the Hy-Vee Multiplex Powered by the City of Grimes in Grimes, Iowa. Teammates give each other a round of high-fives after an inning on the field. The Olympic-style biennial National Senior Games, presented by Humana, brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
At the 13th annual Philadelphia Juneteenth Festival in Germantown, Gwen Ragsdale, founder and executive director of Philadelphia’s Lest We Forget Museum of Slavery, addresses a young festival-goer. As the only museum in Philadelphia with legitimate artifacts from the Transatlantic slave trade, her work bridges history and contemporary celebration, offering a tangible connection to the past. Amid the sounds, movement, and energy of the festival, this moment reflects how education and festivity can coexist, reminding attendees that Juneteenth is not only about joy and community but also about honoring the struggles, resilience, and triumphs that shaped generations. Elders and leaders like Ragsdale help nurture knowledge, connection, and a sense of shared history within the community.
Friends who gathered for a destination birthday peruse the windows in San Marino. The diverse group represented people from ages 30 to 80, places from Florida to Rhode Island.
The cooking class in Florence was so much fun, especially extruding the noodles and then eating them!
This is obviously an ongoing game, and these older men in Boston’s Chinatown are enjoying both the camaraderie and the intense competition.
This quiet moment was captured as we gathered after my stepmother’s funeral. Cedric, on the left, was the one who helped my stepbrother process his grief and went above and beyond to support the entire family. His love for his partner is evident in his gentle gaze and quiet demeanor, which continues to give comfort to those he cares for.
My work centers on storytelling. I strive to capture the special moments that define our lives—moments of wonder, stillness, movement, and connection. Through my lens, I seek to preserve not just what is seen, but what is felt.
A cold January day we dressed in tropical attire and played mahjong. Such fun
A proud mother standing with her two daughters, all in red— radiant, joyful, and full of life.
This mother daughter duo and both members of the Stamford Senior Center. They have been attending M's Total Body Workout class for years. M (center) was the very fist fitness instructor at the Stamford Senior Center, when we opened our doors, 30 years ago. She still teaches three classes a week at the Center and has a huge following. She inspires older adults to just keep moving and as their peer, she doesn't want to hear excuses. Her classes are full of laughter, and she makes fitness fun at any age.
They were born continents apart, with different childhoods and life journeys, yet here they are, arms wrapped tightly, smiling like lifelong friends. The Senior Center didn’t just bring them together; it revealed what they already shared: warmth, resilience, humor, and open hearts. From opposite corners of the world, they found common ground in each other. Because friendship doesn’t recognize borders, age, or background, it simply recognizes connection.
They are not mother and daughter, but they act like they are. With love. With compassion. With guidance and most importantly with respect.
Snoballs are a distinct and beloved New Orleans treat, especially enjoyed during the hotter months in the city, made from finely shaved ice, infused with delectable syrups, and loaded with toppings. Generations of New Orleanians have been going to Hansen's Sno-Bliz, a New Orleans institution since 1939, to "air condition their tummies" and simply have a good time, and these folks are no exception! The sight and taste of a snoball have the power to turn us all into giddy kids.
The extended family gathered from all across the US to celebrate two notable birthdays in Italy. Bob, left, turned 80. Lisa, right, turned 50. David, in the middle, made sure the celebratory meal was being properly prepared!
At over 70 years old, Anne Jolliff still enjoyed pondering and speculation. She got outside with her granddaughters at their Texas ranch to walk, swing, collect fossils, and dig around in the dirt every chance she got.
Grandsons delight in their grandfather. Three generations came to my studio to be photographed and these boys loved the time together with their grandpa.
This portrait continues my exploration of family lineage and the quiet ways love moves through generations. At the center sits my mother, embraced by both the past and the future of our family. Behind her stands my sister, while in front rests my sister’s young granddaughter, completing a living circle of three generations. Their arrangement reflects the layered nature of family history. The elder generation carries memory and lived experience, the middle generation bridges responsibility and care, and the youngest represents the unfolding future. My mother’s steady presence at the center symbolizes the wisdom and resilience that anchor our family. In many ways, aging is not simply about growing older, it is about becoming the foundation others stand upon. This portrait honors the strength, protection, and continuity that bind generations together.
The first is an image of my elderly mother, with one of her grandsons, and one of her great-grandsons. She lives alone, so when she is able to get together with family, it really brings her joy. She is "living well" by staying connected to her family. Another way she "lives well" is by traveling with me to various zoos to see and interact with the animals. She loves animals, so it is very good for her mental health and brings her great joy!
My friend's centenarian mother was greeted by her granddaughter and her son at a 100th birthday party for her.
This is personal!!! Me and my grandson just taking a moment to be silly a take a photo. A selfie. Two of our most favorite things. Being silly had us laughing and rolling and falling and chasing each other. And Photography is a passion of mine that my grandson seems to have inherited. We love going around and taking pictures and sharing them with each other. We both have digital cameras which makes it so much easier than when I was a child and you had to wait forever to see the photos you took.
This portrait is part of my ongoing exploration of family lineage and the quiet ways love is carried forward through time. In this image, four generations of women from my immediate family come together: my mother, my sister, my sister’s daughter, and her young daughter, the only four-generational line of women in our family. Each woman represents a different chapter of the same story. The elder generation holds memory and lived experience. The middle generations carry the responsibility of nurturing and guiding the future. And at the center stands the youngest, embraced by the love and protection of those who came before her. Their closeness reflects the invisible thread that binds families together across time. Aging, in this context, is not simply the passage of years, but the accumulation of wisdom, care, and resilience passed from one generation to the next.
In the early hours of the morning, I noticed two older men walking side by side in quiet conversation. I did not approach them closely, but from a distance I admired the ease between them — two friends tending to their health and companionship. Their steady pace and shared routine reflected a bond built over time. This image honors friendship as a vital form of connection in later life, showing that aging well is not only about longevity, but about walking through life together.
Multiple times a week, a group of senior men and women put on their uniforms to play slow-pitch softball. Ages range from the mid-sixties to the late nineties, though truth be told, in their hearts, each one is still a teenager.
At 97 years old, John Wright has retired from base-running to focus on coaching, yet he's still on the field at every game.
Multiple times a week, a group of senior men and women put on their uniforms to play slow-pitch softball. Ages range from the mid-sixties to the late nineties, though truth be told, in their hearts, each one is still a teenager.
Multiple times a week, a group of senior men and women put on their uniforms to play slow-pitch softball. Ages range from the mid-sixties to the late nineties, though truth be told, in their hearts, each one is still a teenager.
A few of the women athletes cheer each other on after they completed the 1-Mile Road Race for the National Senior Games was held at the Iowa State Capitol in Des Moines, Iowa. After the race, the opening ceremony and torch pass officially kicked off the 2025 National Senior Games presented by Humana, which brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
Pickleball has given so many seniors a fresh start in athletics. Friends are made among competitors who share a love of the game despite bad knees.
Athletes in the 50-64 age group categories participate in the badminton competition and practice sessions during the first day of the National Senior Games at the MidAmerican Energy Company RecPlex in Des Moines, Iowa. The Olympic-style biennial National Senior Games, presented by Humana, brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
Women athletes in the 50+, 60+ 70+-64 age group categories participate in the softball competition during the second day of the National Senior Games at the Hy-Vee Multiplex Powered by the City of Grimes in Grimes, Iowa. In the dugout, teammates waited for their turns at the plate, lending steady support that showed their teamwork and camaraderie. The Olympic-style biennial National Senior Games, presented by Humana, brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
Two older women walking on a beach, near a body of water, wearing casual clothing and sunglasses; one woman wears a sun hat and carries a camera. A seagull is in the foreground.
Time to travel is one of the perks of retirement and this photo captures the awe of two men gawking at a ceiling at Versailles.
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and every one of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
Fashion Designer, Wende Cudmore, positions accessories on her beautiful model in preparation for a fashion show fundraiser for the Harrison County Arts Gallery.
Model, Lorraine Hughes, is getting her hair styled for a fashion show fundraiser for the Harrison County Arts Gallery.
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and every one of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and every one of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and every one of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
An older Asian woman sits with a Caucasian, young woman on an outdoor swing with flowers blooming in the background.
Todd is a retired biology professor. His beer-brewing class was especially popular; students signed up semesters in advance. Todd started inventing electronic devices as a child in the 1940’s. Todd said, “I sold my first invention age 14 for $50. In sixth grade I built a geiger counter from directions in Popular Science, and, upon finding radioactive rain coming down on Western New York, took the results to my teacher. He said, ‘You’re not supposed to know that.’” Todd had a childhood companion, a dog named Smoky, who he loved a lot. Todd was a Navy Officer and pilot stationed in Okinawa during the Vietnam War. In Okinawa he developed a deep appreciation for Eastern culture and philosophy. Todd taught me how to play pool when I was a teenager. He learned in the military. He instilled in me the importance of the balance of “oomph” and “finesse” in one’s playing. I’ve since realized that this approach applies to most things in life.
We are watching a Mardi Gras parade roll through Galveston today, and it feels like the whole city decided to step outside at the same time. the streets are lined shoulder to shoulder with people staking out their spots along the route. The parade announced itself before I even saw the first float: the steady thump of drums, the bright blare of brass, and that rising chatter that happens when everyone realizes, it’s really starting. Then the first float came into view—loud music, waving riders, layers of color, and glitter . Every few seconds there’s a burst of motion as hands go up for throws. Beads arc through the air and the crowd cheers even when they miss—like the attempt is part of the fun.
These two men see each other only once a year at Thanksgiving. They tell their stories of the previous year and then share a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. This is a family affair with grandchildren, cousins, and even the family dog.
While getting ready for a family wedding, George went to see if he could find Mary Jo, who was almost ready!
Words of Mastery by Legends of Music The Birth of Blues in Westerly The 1930s marked a significant era for the Blues in Westerly, as the genre found a home and was cultivated at the legendary Knickerbocker Music Center. This historic venue became a cornerstone for musical innovation and set the stage for generations of musicians and enthusiasts alike. The First Family of Blues On our left stands the First Family of Blues, a group revered for their substantial contributions to the genre. The title is fittingly held by the family matriarch, Jimmy Christina, whose influence and presence continue to shape the local music scene. A Historic Encounter at the Knickerbocker A memorable moment unfolded at the Knickerbocker's back bar: an exchange between Jimmy Christina,78, and Sugar Ray Norcia,73, the iconic Blues legend and former member of Roomful of Blues. While the exact details of their conversation remain unknown, the significance of this meeting is undeniable. Simply having these two influential figures together in such a setting constitutes a historic event—one that resonates deeply within the community and the legacy of Blues in Westerly.
My close friend Ellen (center) was going through a difficult time dealing with her partner's ex wife when she would meet to pick up or drop off their son. So one day she cut out a smiling mouth from a magazine & put it on cardboard & a stick to hold up in front of her face for when she had to pretend to be happy to see her. Just the act of making the fake smile was enough to lighten her mind and help her cope. Shortly afterwards, 3 of us got together and she showed us her smile on a stick and we all laughed so hard. I took pictures of each of us and lined them up. The paper mouths read bright and even. Behind them, our real mouths carried the weather of years—subtle curves, gentle creases, the honest weight of gravity and laughter. The contrast felt like low tide revealing the stones beneath the sand. I like the small dissonance here. It asks a question without demanding an answer. When do we choose the safe, bright face? When do we let the weathered one show? The paper smile invites us in with light. The real faces hold stories like tides—ebb and flow, storms and calm. There is a strange tenderness in that pairing. It reminds me that honesty has its own beauty.
Friends gather for a joyful selfie, capturing a simple moment of laughter, companionship, and shared happiness.
Crowned and laughing, a senior woman shares a birthday moment with a drag queen. The image captures joy, connection, and the confidence to be seen, celebrated, and unapologetically alive.
Friends and friendship are a big part of living well. We need each other and community. Here three friend visit Old Town Alexandria on an early spring day. Their smiles leave no question that walking, sightseeing and being together brings them each a lot of joy. Learning new things, eating new foods, going new places exposes us to new perspectives and as we grow older these continue to expand our thinking. Friendships have so many benefits, reducing depression and isolation and fostering health habits. How does that song go “I get by with a little help from my friends. Ooo, I’m going to try with a little help from my friends."
An elderly couple watch the ocean. I try to take time to memorialize and mythologize people, places, plants, animals, and any objects which I find myself fixated on. I’m interested in both the grim and the ornate.
An affable couple scores a great spot to watch an Uptown Mardi Gras parade, and though they are set back from the street, manage to also score lots of throws from the parade riders.
Apartment Gothic, American Gothic, you get the idea. This was one of the first photos in which I had two people pose for an extended period of time, although with the sun pouring in, I tried to pull the shutter as quickly as I could before their eyes burned out. My grandma asked me what to do—I told her to look at my grandpa. My grandpa then asked me what he should do, and I told him to look at me, giving this slight hot-potato feeling to the eyelines. In an otherwise static photo, that flow of looks gives a solid feeling of movement.
A old woman and man sit in their apartment as morning light pours in through unseen windows. She looks at him, he looks at me, I look at both of them. Around it goes.
This image was captured at the Rolling Thunder Ride for Freedom. Bikers and riders from all over the United States gather in the nation's capital every year on Memorial Day to pay their respects to those who defended our country and demand accountability for POWs and MIAs. Their motto: "Honoring the Missing. Supporting the Brave. Inspiring Communities." resonates with the Connections theme of the call as the community aspect reigns supreme at the rally. As I wandered amongst the crowd, it was evident from conversations that new groups were being created and new friendships were forming, driven by a common cause and shared sense of unity.
I got to talk to these folks before I asked to make their picture. Everyone else walking around looked hot and tired and these two looked cool and amazed at what they were seeing in the park. I learned he had worked for the National Park Service for his career and I think I detected a note of extra pride as he gazed upon the Arches. They were traveling from Colorado to Utah to a Watermelon festival they thought would be fun to experience. Next back to another part of the state to spend the week with their daughter's family. For them living well is traveling, enjoying the nature that abounds around us and loving and being loved by family and friends.
The Fire pit, a place we love to sit, think, share, and eat! Living on an Island provides a life depended on things like Ferry Boats, being well provisioned, and slowing down. Building a fire used to be a quick, easy task, a match, a few sticks and than warmth and light. Now it is slower process and the tools for the task have changed dramatically… a propane touch and the leaf blower. The result is a quick, warm fire. It's also a way we live in warmth, a way to live well in our life is being able to take care of ourselves and have fun while doing it.
An 85th birthday.... a special time for a mother to celebrate with her only son. A picture exploding with smiles, mom was beyond overjoyed that he made the journey. She has such love for her first born. And as is typical, they have a special relationship as many mothers and sons do.
These kinds of occasions don't come around all the time, and I know she was over the moon. Cooking for her family is something she loves to be able to do- but this day, the restaurant did the dishes:). She got to enjoy her family being there just for her. She got to watch her son spend time with relatives he hadn't seen in years, and a couple he had never met. It warmed her heart like nothing else.
Dan and Norma Dougherty have been married for seventy-five years, building a shared life shaped by war, loss, and continuity. The portrait focuses on partnership over time, and how mutual care, presence, and responsibility define what it means to live well in later life.
Abuelito and Abuelita share a warm side embrace. Side by side in wisdom and grace, they celebrate another year of life together. The night is filled with laughter and joy, surrounded by friends and family, as they count their blessings one day at a time.
At the Home-lake Veterans Center, I photographed many veterans and spent time listening to their stories about life in the service. In this photo is a wife who spent most of her days beside her husband, who often struggled to remember where he was. They had shared more than 50 years together as a loving couple. He passed away shortly after this photo was taken.
A photographic print of an elderly couple crossing a busy street with a red umbrella. He is wearing red shoes to match the red umbrella. The crosswalk stripes represent achievements in their life (i.e., similar to a child's growth chart).
Mom and her little brother... there is such love between them. Living on opposite sides of the country, it is so special when they get to visit in person. This particular time was in honor of my mom's 85th Birthday! My aunt and uncle a whole bunch of relatives came from various corners of the country to help celebrate my mom.
They have always kept in touch on a regular basis, and I've watched them exemplify love between siblings- and being there for each through the good and the bad. It has been so important to each of them to stay in touch... it's what a loving family should do. And the fact that they will travel across the country to see each other - it's the kind of closeness that all relationships should strive for.
A county fair where young and old ready and eager to have fun. And there were bands playing through the grounds for all musical interests. This photo took place where a rock band was playing and this gentleman (who had amazing moves) went over to a woman he apparently did not know and asked her dance. I took their picture and came back a half an hour later and they were still dancing.
My work centers on storytelling. I strive to capture the special moments that define our lives—moments of wonder, stillness, movement, and connection. Through my lens, I seek to preserve not just what is seen, but what is felt.
Such fun had at the Lip Lab in Brooklyn designing our own lip colors.
A group of friends have a night out in a pub in this layered photo where the band, another group of friends, plays blues, reflected in the mirror.
"Golden Notes". Three friends in their "golden years" gather for music and dinner at a local restaurant. It was a beautiful evening for fun, music, and conversation.
Navigating the subway and a trip to Brooklyn
My work centers on storytelling. I strive to capture the special moments that define our lives—moments of wonder, stillness, movement, and connection. Through my lens, I seek to preserve not just what is seen, but what is felt.
Oktoberfest in Galveston Galveston’s Oktoberfest brings a German-inspired fall celebration to the island with lively music, festive costumes, and a walkable layout that makes it easy to sample a little of everything. The event blends traditional Oktoberfest staples—polka and oompah sounds, pretzels and bratwurst, and plenty of beer—with Galveston’s coastal vibe, so you get the energy of a European street festival set against a Gulf backdrop. There are German-style bands, dancing, and along with Food favorites: Bratwurst, schnitzel-style bites, warm pretzels, and other hearty festival snacks. This photo is a picture of a couple enjoying the festivities in costume while dancing to the polka style music
Father Daughter Dance:A Special Bond on the Dance Floor Irv is truly a character,full of life and a passionate dancer, even at the age of 83. His daughter, Amy, who is 60, brings light and joy to everyone around her. Together, they embrace every moment with enthusiasm, especially when they find themselves on the dance floor, regardless of the location. Blues on the Beach: A Westerly Tradition The annual "Blues on the Beach" event is another legendary tradition in the beautiful town of Westerly, Rhode Island. Each summer, residents and visitors gather on the stunning Westerly Beach to celebrate music and community. Music and Community Much like the iconic Knickerbocker venue, Blues on the Beach is an essential part of life in this New England ocean community. Music brings everyone together and keeps the tradition of the father-daughter dance alive and cherished.
My mom had Parkinsons and during Covid we both were getting very antsy. Every month I would get her dressed up and had a photo shoot with her. After the first couple of months we started to get her loved ones involved. This is her grandson that shared a birthday with her acting like a security guard for his rockstar grandma.
Lynn Hill is a founding force in American rock climbing. Little known outside climbing circles, she transformed what people believed women could climb in a sport long dominated by men. In 1993, she became the first person—male or female—to free climb The Nose on El Capitan in Yosemite National Park. In 1994, she repeated the climb in a single day. She continues to climb hard today and gives back deeply to the climbing community through coaching, raising awareness, and fundraising to prevent abuse within the sport. Working for the U.S. Coast Guard, Joyce tested the seaworthiness of boats by pushing them to failure. In just two years, she sank 453 boats—a 97% failure rate—earning the unofficial title of the nation’s greatest boat sinker, outperforming even Underwriters Laboratory. She was so effective that boat manufacturers eventually refused to sell her boats, forcing her out of the profession. Today, she is the curator of this historic house in a Maryland state park.
Elders pause to enjoy water ice in front of the storefront that was then known as Color Book Gallery during the 9th annual Philadelphia Juneteenth Festival in Germantown. On a warm June afternoon, this familiar Philadelphia summer treat offers a simple moment of refreshment amid the music, laughter, and vibrant conversation that fills the streets. These small pauses reveal the comfort and rhythm of community gatherings, where neighbors meet, stories are exchanged, and long-standing traditions are honored. Moments like this highlight the ways festivals bring people together, allowing elders and younger generations alike to share in the continuity, joy, and connection of communal celebration.
I photographed a lovely woman in her 90s and wrote down her story. She lived with her son, and I captured an image of the close bond between them.
I met the nonagenarian, Finnish mother of a friend of mine and captured the close relationship between the two women.
Three generations of women singing together in a community event that celebrates their common heritage. Songs that have been passed down over time and joyfully and emotionally sung with a sense of utter love.
Age is no barrier to having fun, as shown by three seniors, two in their 80's and one aged 97.
Sitting front and center is my mom, Rita Lynch Barbone, who will be turning 90 years old this year. She has aged with grace, style, and endless energy. Rita still drives, plays bridge, reads constantly, celebrates life, cooks, and continues to learn new things whenever the opportunity presents itself. She is blessed with four daughters (born 1961, 1962, 1963, and 1964), nine grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren. Her sense of style and love of color radiate through every one of her beautifully coordinated outfits. Rita is truly an inspiration and a living example of how rewarding—and contagious—an honest, passionate life can be to others.
My mom, Rita (age 89), has always been a lifelong learner—curious, creative, and eager to try something new. Her love of learning began in nursing school and continued through her careers as a school nurse, educator, and librarian. But it didn’t stop there. Over the years she embraced countless classes and hobbies: cake decorating, stained glass, painting, drawing, knitting, crocheting, bridge, book clubs—and yes, even belly dancing. Growing up, my three sisters and I (born one year apart from 1961–1964) often found Christmas gifts under the tree that were actually **gift certificates for lessons**. True to form, Mom has done it again. Our 2026 lessons will include sailing, stained glass, cooking, and writing! Now she’s passing that same spirit of curiosity to the next generation. My daughter Abbey is a quick learner, and recently my mom gave her an origami lesson—captured in this photo. Abbey’s next request? Knitting and crocheting. It’s wonderful to see younger people stepping away from electronics and rediscovering the joy of “old-fashioned” crafts and hands-on hobbies. Creativity, curiosity, and learning never go out of style—and my mom, Rita, proves that every day.
At my sister’s recent book club gathering, we paused for a special photo with Mom—our beloved “Mom” Rita, age 89. With a little encouragement from my niece, Mom began answering writing prompts through an online memoir book publishing program. Those simple reflections grew into an extraordinary story of her life—filled with heartfelt memories, family photos, professional experiences, and travels around the world. The result is *A Collection of Life Stories*, a beautiful hardcover memoir written by Rita Lynch Barbone. It has become a true family treasure and a lasting legacy of a life well lived. Photo L–R: Kathy (63), Jennifer (62), Mom (89), Gail (64), Diane (61). Every life is a story. Everyone should write their own heartfelt story—it’s a gift to the family you love.
Life is meant to be celebrated. I feel so lucky to have a loving, dedicated mother who has spent her life making holidays, dinners, and everyday moments feel special. This is a big year for her—she turns 90 years young on October 22, 2026. Back in the 1960s, my mom welcomed four daughters in four consecutive years: Gail (1961), Kathy (1962), Jennifer (1963), and Diane (1964). Looking back, it’s incredible to think about the love, energy, and devotion it took to raise us all while still creating the beautiful traditions we cherish today. This photo was taken during a recent dinner at her home. She still sets the table with her best china and always adds thoughtful little gifts at each place setting. And of course, dessert is the most important part of the dinner party. They say the soul of a family lives in the kitchen and around the dining room table—and if that’s true, my mom has been the heart of ours for over 60 wonderful years.
What an amazing trip- traveling across the country to visit her brother and his wife, I took my mom door to door. The airport was a challenge, as my mom's pride kept her from taking the wheelchairs I had arranged for her... but despite the pain, the final destination was worth it 100x over! This is what living your best life is all a out... visiting family, no matter what it takes.
Even in the dead of winter, haha. Having moved away from the cold weather some 40 years ago, it is true love to venture back in the worst of seasons. But when ties are strong, nothing will stop the adventurous spirit that brings family together. It was an amazing trip, not doing anything specific, not "going here and there" every day. Just getting to hangout together.... it meant everything. Family.
Sno-balls are a distinct and beloved New Orleans treat, especially enjoyed during the hotter months in the city, made from finely shaved ice, infused with delectable syrups, and loaded with toppings. Generations of New Orleanians have been going to Hansen's Sno-Bliz, a New Orleans institution since 1939, to "air condition their tummies" and simply have a good time, and this family is no exception! The sight and taste of a Sno-ball have the power to turn us all into giddy kids.
An Asian woman with a daughter on each side of her standing in between two buildings, on a path lined with flowers.
The theme this year strongly communicates how important family and community are to each and all of us. I believe each of the images I selected show how important it is, at any age, to be involved, to engage with those around us, and to continue celebrating each other. My photographs show friends and family in their many facets of life from something as simple as visiting to working to support a local art gallery in a fashion show. Capturing moments in the everyday lives of people I know is something I love to do!
One of many family gatherings. This one was held for a family member that had cancer. The elderly woman's niece.
One morning I had gathered together my 90 year old mother in law Jean (in the teal jacket) along with a group of old friends of mine to have some fun in the snow. Jean has always love winter and especially snow so I knew I could count on her to be up for anything! Spontaneously, they burst into play in a sudden upsurge of laughter, throwing snow like small, private confetti. They lift their arms and the air fills with bright, falling pieces — a brief, joyful storm. Snow arcs and scatters. For a moment the world forgets its gray edges and becomes all sparkle and sound. Their laughter rises as if the air itself had been waiting for sound. A winter day can be spare and tender at once. The branches are bare. Still, life gathers beneath them. Joy appears where we allow space for it. Their play translates to something larger: connection, surprise, the simple ritual of showing up to the world. Toss a little snow into the air. Feel how quickly the cold turns into warmth when we meet it together.
After the last big snowstorm of the season, I asked my 90 year old mother in law, Jean (in the teal jacket) if she would like to make snow angels with some of my long time friends. Without hesitation, she said yes as I knew she would since she loves the snow and is still very active. After gathering in a circle holding hands, they all fell backward into the snow forming a soft constellation. Their arms and legs traced gentle arcs. They created a quiet rhythm of play and presence. It felt like one long slow breath. There was no rush here. Only the small choreography of connection. For me, this image is about the warmth that can unfold within cold light. Winter can feel spare and honest. It reveals what we already are: companions, curious and glad, no matter how old we are. I hope this scene invites you to pause. Look for the small moments of joy in your own life. Notice the rhythm between people and place. And embrace the moment.
My very active 90 year young mother in law Jean (shown in the teal jacket) has always loved the snow. So when I came up with the idea of gathering some of my old high school friends to make snow angels I knew she wouldn't hesitate to join us since over the years they've gotten to know and love her. I asked them to stand linked in a loose ring. Their arms were like threads. Their giggling was the only sound against the hush of snow. The ground beneath them was bright and hard and patient. This small drama is about being human — warmth and friendship against the season’s whiteness — and it is also a note about the wider world. Snow covers and softens. It demands respect. It invites care. There is a fragile strength in the scene. Holding hands is both simple and elemental. It’s a promise against the wind. It is a quiet insistence that we need one another to stand steady when the weather turns. The light maps each face and jacket, yet it treats them all equally: a reminder that light, like attention, falls where we choose to look. Pause with this image for a moment. Let the cold teach you about quiet. Let the circle suggest the shape of how we might move through the world — together, mindful, and steady.
Self-portrait with surviving brothers at a family event. Four surviving brothers in their 60s and 70s at a sister's memorial lunch. Born into poverty and raised in a tumultuous environment, each continues to live well and pursue individual life goals.
Straddling the line between modern Photo Impressionism and Impressionistic Digital Art, my images are not intended to mimic a painting or drawing, existing in their own right as an ‘original’ digital image created and produced using current technologies.
Three generations look out of a window towards a blurry figure.
For years, I have photographed the Puerto Rican Pride Day parade in New York City, where thousands gather to celebrate as the parade marches up Fifth Avenue. While watching the crowd, I noticed a woman in red step beside a grandmother and her grandson. Moments later, the grandmother’s protective instinct kicked in as she gently stopped her grandson from staring. It was a funny moment, captured in a split second.
My family threw a surprise party for my Grandpa’s 80th birthday. He had told us repeatedly that he never had a birthday party in his whole life, so we wanted to give him one for such a milestone. He was incredibly shocked, which was a delight to us all because pulling off the surprise party was very hard! (He thought he was having dinner with just me, my dad, and brother and was trying to reschedule it the day before, not knowing dozens of family members were traveling to the city.) My grandpa is one of eight siblings and the oldest one living, making him the Patriarch of the family. The surprise party was beautiful and served as a family reunion of sorts—family members who we hadn’t seen for years, and who couldn't make it to our actual family reunions, showed up for the event. In this photo, my Uncle Brian (his son) is giving a speech about what a joy it is to see his father turn eighty.
During my parents' visit to our home in Louisville, KY, they stopped to play at this statue with my daughter. Mirroring the children with outstretched hands, they remind us to continue striving for our dreams, however lofty our goals may be. My parents seem perfectly in-place among the children, regardless of their years of wisdom. Their warm smiles tell me that they haven't lost their childlike wonder, and are committed to fostering that feeling in the next generation as well. My parents have never stopped reaching for happiness in their lives, and I am overjoyed to see their love of life's small moments of happiness reflected in my daughter's eyes.
I was invited to the birthday party of this centenarian, and I photographed as many of her friends hugged and exchanged stories with her.
At 70 years old, Ted Moore took three generations of his family to his favorite country, Nepal. They trekked for weeks along narrow, winding paths through the Manaslu Region, and every day their guide would say, "For Springer, one wrong step and no chance to survive."Holding hands made sense.
At a New Orleans second line on Claiborne Avenue, Gramps makes sure his beautiful grandchild has the best seat in the house. Second lines in New Orleans serve to celebrate the life a recently departed person and take place after the funeral service, as is the case in this image, or they fall into Sunday second line category, which are annual parades put together by the social aide and pleasure clubs of the city. Each have distinct purposes and also are distinct to New Orleans.
The oldest member of the extended family, holding the newest member of the family. Her Great Great nephew.
Anna, my amazing, soon to be 94 years old, mother, playing with her youngest great grandchild. Growing up, my parents started a tradition of gifting us a new family game every Christmas. It was more than just fun; it was important life lessons taught and learned. How to follow the rules, how to interact with people of different ages and skill levels, how to win and lose, how to compromise on choices, bond and learn important lessons while having fun. You can learn a lot about a person from simply playing games. The tradition was passed on to her children, grandchildren and now great grandchildren 😊 4 generations having fun whether it’s playing cards, bingo, board games, playing house with dolls and action figures or sharing meals and stories. She’s my role model, my hero and my inspiration.
Sunday mornings have a quieter kind of gravity. The coffee and grandkid time is the best, when the newspaper lands on the table with a soft thud that feels almost ceremonial. There’s something old-fashioned about it, this small appointment with paper and ink, as if I’m borrowing time from an earlier version of life—one that moved at the speed of mornings instead of notifications. It’s an easier slow-moving time, grandkids waking up from their sleep – hugs and always happy to see you in the morning. The kitchen gets started with warm drinks and smiles along with “what’s for breakfast?
It is hard to find the right words when all day in my head I keep hearing “devochka moya, devochka moya,” which in Russian means “my girl.” That is what my grandmother would lovingly call me whenever we spoke. She lived her life with unusual kindness and joy — the kind that quietly shapes everyone around it. She was an earthly kind of angel, quietly embodying what living well really is.
For her, it meant caring for her garden, her family, and always finding life interesting, at any age, at any hour. Through these photographs I wanted to honor a life well lived — rooted in kindness, generosity, and love.
In loving memory of Nina Grigorievna Shakhova.
Sea Mar Community Health Center in Seattle is a community-based organization committed to providing quality, comprehensive health, human, housing, educational and cultural services to diverse communities. As part of the annual Fiestas Patrias celebration, Sea Mar crowns a king and queen to lead a procession through the streets of Seattle's South Park neighborhood.
The 55+ community organized cardboard boat races, based on teams, named, and made the boats.
The images are of the life lines in an elder’s face showing a compassionate and challenging life. The uniqueness of each person or scene is captured so that they can show the viewer a time worth remembering.
A teenager joined the weekly Songfest group of senior singing for the fun of it.
Some of my family members lounging in inner tubes, talking by the Guadalupe River in Gruene, Texas.
I’ve always believed that the joy of learning is a gift we can pass along. At the Apple Butter Festival in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, I witnessed a very special moment: a grandfather patiently teaching his granddaughter how to handle a camera. They were so absorbed in the moment that they didn’t notice me capturing the image - two generations lost in curiosity, laughter, and discovery. The scene took me back to my own childhood. I remember peering at my parents’ film camera on the shelf. My dad lifted it down and handed it to me: "It’s fully manual, very delicate, and once belonged to my father.” I was curious, unafraid, and in that moment a spark was lit. It grew into a lifelong love of photography - over 15 years, especially with film, which I develop, scan, and print myself. Seeing the same spark in the little girl’s eyes reminded me that the joy of discovery and the love of learning can pass beautifully from one generation to the next.
An elderly Chinese opera singer gently passes her opera crown to a young American girl, symbolizing the sharing of tradition across generations and cultures. For decades, the singer devoted her life to preserving the art of Chinese opera, and in this moment, she offers both mentorship and inspiration to the next generation. The photograph captures more than a gesture—it reflects how cultural heritage, wisdom, and community grow stronger when they are shared. Through connection and guidance, traditions continue to live on.
I met this man while he was working as a property caretaker for a client of mine. Even in his 60s, he was very active and took great pride in his work. He especially loved caring for the dogs on the property, and they clearly loved being around him. He treated them like family.
My brother with his rescue dog, Hiya, taking a break during a walk in the park.
My brother, Gary, says he didn’t find Hiya—Hiya found him. A shy Sprollie with a history of fear and abandonment, Hiya was exhausted and skittish when he arrived at the Oregon Humane Society. But when my brother met him, Hiya leaned in with quiet hope, and my brother, sensing the connection, knew instantly that Hiya was meant to be his. Their bond deepened as my brother adapted his life to Hiya’s needs, providing reassurance and presence. In return, Hiya opened up, and together they traveled across 22 states, becoming beloved fixtures in their community. Their connection is palpable: Hiya is not just my brother’s emotional support dog; they support and choose each other every day. As my brother says, “My life is better because of him. I’m his human. He’s my best friend.” They saved each other, a mutual bond of loyalty, trust, and healing.
Todd and one of the lineage of Stellar Jays that he has befriended, outside of his cabin in the woods in Alaska, living well.
Outside Todd’s cabin is a continuing lineage of Stellar Jay birds. He gives them peanuts to hide and he recognizes them as individuals and names them. Todd likes to watch the light change in the sky over the bay. Todd is a retired biology professor. His beer-brewing class was especially popular; students signed up semesters in advance. Todd started inventing electronic devices as a child in the 1940’s. Todd said, “I sold my first invention age 14 for $50. In sixth grade I built a geiger counter from directions in Popular Science, and, upon finding radioactive rain coming down on Western New York, took the results to my teacher. He said, ‘You’re not supposed to know that.’” Todd had a childhood companion, a dog named Smoky, who he loved a lot. Todd was a Navy Officer and pilot stationed in Okinawa during the Vietnam War. In Okinawa he developed a deep appreciation for Eastern culture and philosophy. Todd taught me how to play pool when I was a teenager. He learned in the military. He instilled in me the importance of the balance of “oomph” and “finesse” in one’s playing. I’ve since realized that this approach applies to most things in life.
We are most definitely stronger together—whether as a family, a community, or a nation. As a photographer I try to capture these connections though the environment in ways that preserve the memories, emotions, and relationships that define my world. Photography allows me to pause time and hold onto the moments that matter most. Much of my work reflects on the deep ties I share with my family, every image becomes a small tribute to the people who inspire me, support me, and form the center of my universe. My granddaughter brings my wife and myself a piece of happiness that surrounds or home and hearts.
Our 6 year old granddaughter really wanted to drive the boat but she was also scared and intimidated by the noise and speed as well as the bumpy ride over the water. Finally, with a lot of encouragement from her grandparents and a safe place to stand, she decided to give it a try. I love this photograph of her standing tall with her Pop and confidentially steering the boat across the river. Nurturing and playing with our grandchildren is one of the best things about being an older adult. Building a deep connection with our granddaughters is a balm for our souls and one of the happiest things in our lives.
She is out walking her dog and interacting with her neighbors and community. When you see people walking dogs in New York City, you see so many people approach them. Dog people love to talk to dog people. Whether they had that same breed, or they wish they could have a dog in their apartment, or they are thinking of getting a dog, watching people interact about dogs is a great way to see connection happening right in front of your eyes.
The first is an image of my elderly mother, with one of her grandsons, and one of her great-grandsons. She lives alone, so when she is able to get together with family, it really brings her joy. She is "living well" by staying connected to her family. Another way she "lives well" is by traveling with me to various zoos to see and interact with the animals. She loves animals, so it is very good for her mental health and brings her great joy!
My grandfather sits with a small, aged dog, both carrying a calm and gentle spirit. This image captures two quiet presences, yet each holds a depth of emotion and personality. Life is not truly lived if it is not shared with those we cherish.
She was glowing with pride—her Corgi had just won the afternoon races at a local bar. Joy radiated from her as she celebrated her tiny champion, turning a casual event into a triumphant, tail-wagging victory.
I love street photography, the serendipitous moments that present themselves and reveal much about the subject and human nature. I captured Images of seniors living with different moods from joy to loneliness but coping. Living well sometimes means making the best of what we have and finding joy in community, whether it's through history, music, travel, poker, or simply friendship.
Sometimes our pets are our best friends, and this woman has an afternoon out with her BFF to do some shopping at Bloomingdales.
While looking to photograph historic covered bridges, I visited the small town of Waterford, Virginia. Here we visited a church built by the African American community in 1891. Reaching the sanctuary required climbing a narrow winding staircase to the second level, where warm light streamed through the old windows and fell gently across the worn wooden pews. As I explored the quiet space, I noticed my husband seated peacefully with his eyes closed, absorbing the stillness of the room. In that moment, he shared that he was reflecting on the strength and sacrifices of our ancestors, whose faith and perseverance helped shape the paths we walk today.
Dr. Bob is 80, still working, still flying his plane, still hiking, still performing on stage in the Helena Choir, and is a perennial in the Nutcracker.
The Band Uncle Barnaby. The leader, David Stumph, started the band in his 70s after his wife had passed away. He has produced two CD's of original music and performs around the state of Colorado.
"Porch Picker". My cousin Robert jams on his mandolin at a big family reunion on a beautiful summer afternoon. He has a love for the "old timey" music style like blue grass, which is such a classic Americana style.
As a senior myself, I enjoy photographing friends and family who are in their senior years. I hope my photographs can depict my subjects as living well, despite the challenges of aging.
After taking organ lessons as a child, Jerry has played the "king of instruments" at various churches throughout his adult life. He has played for weddings, funerals and special occasions, in addition to the weekly Sunday morning services. Jerry plays by memory, or uses his trusty hymnbook for the musical score; rousing the congregation to sing the opening hymn. In 1997, Jerry suffered major trauma to his left hand, with three of his fingers severed in a table saw accident. He was unable to play the organ for a while, but his musical spirit and physical healing persevered. After a few months, he was able to play the organ again, bringing joy and the resounding notes of the organ to his community. After retiring as a speech therapist/school monitor, Jeanne returned to the work force at her local library. Jeanne services the community with her 78 years of wisdom; ready to help patrons at the circ desk, find books in the stacks, provide computer help, and has a smiling face for all.
Could you tell me another place you could expect a solo guitar performance outside of a grocery store, other than New York City’s Greenwich Village? Students from NYU, doctors, nurses, tattoo artists, tourists from all around the globe flock to NYC for its creativity, its vibrant spirit and its cultural offerings. This photograph captures all of that. This man is performing for the many passersby who travel up and down Bleecker Street. He loves music; he loves performing. Music and performing belong to everyone and there is no age limit on either. The subject brought joy to the community by sharing his musical talents with the neighborhood.
The subject of this photograph was joyously playing his saxophone in the park. He greeted those who passed by and he happily played requests by those who stopped to listen. He was a recognized part of the community, as he played in the park often, people came to know him, and he knew many of his repeat visitors. He connected by performing music he loved but also by his interactions with everyone from little children just learning what a saxophone was to adults, some of whom had played the sax in high school. Music is a great language that fosters connections.
James Frisbie is a singer-songwriter who lives in the mountains outside of Denver. His daughter owns Mac Nation, an award-winning mac and cheese restaurant in Indian Hills. On sunny days, James shares his music (all original tunes) with the patrons and often invites other musicians to show off their talents in addition. People visit from all over the State to hear James perform.
I love street photography, the serendipitous moments that present themselves and reveal much about the subject and human nature. I captured Images of seniors living with different moods from joy to loneliness but coping. Living well sometimes means making the best of what we have and finding joy in community, whether it's through history, music, travel, poker, or simply friendship.
Being part of a band is in itself joyous. However, creating music that people love is out of this world. Bands are getting older and older; still enjoy playing music for their generation.
Candid street photo taken the annual Mermaid Parade in Coney Island, NY, June 2025. This photograph celebrates an older man whose style, presence, and performance seem woven into the life of the street. Dressed in richly decorated clothing and holding a homemade-looking instrument or staff, he appears both artist and storyteller, carrying history into a public gathering. His expression is focused and self-possessed, suggesting pride, skill, and long-earned identity. Around him, people pause, watch, and share the same space, turning the sidewalk into a stage of community exchange and belonging. The image highlights aging not as withdrawal, but as continued creativity, visibility, and cultural contribution—an elder shaping the atmosphere through music, character, and connection.
It’s a small-town circus that comes to Galveston. There are advertisements for weeks and a lot of excitement that builds up to the main event. First some trucks arrive. There are posts driven into the ground and then the area starts to build. There are wires and tents constructed. Next little corrals for the animals and flags placed on top of the buildings. A little ticket booth is added, and straw is brought in a spread about. A line begins to form and people await entry. Once inside performers are milling around along with this fine gentleman who is smiling at everyone and playing the accordion.
This photograph carries a quiet tenderness that feels almost sacred. The room is filled with warm afternoon light, soft gold against cream walls, and at the center of it all stands a piano that has clearly witnessed decades of life. The former owners — an elderly couple — have returned to it one more time before letting it go. She sits at the keys with playful mischief, deliberately pressing the notes with just two fingers, exaggerating the gesture like a child discovering sound for the first time. It is not about technical brilliance; it is about memory. He stands beside her, one hand resting gently on the piano’s edge, laughing with his eyes closed — a laugh that comes not only from the joke, but from fifty years of shared history. In the mirror behind them, the piano’s reflection doubles the moment, as if time itself refuses to let it disappear. The instrument is no longer simply wood and strings; it is a witness. It has held arguments, lullabies, celebrations, and quiet evenings. What makes the image powerful is not nostalgia alone, but continuity. You were there to receive the piano, to carry it into the next chapter for your child’s early music education. In that sense, this is not an ending. It is a handoff — laughter passing through generations, two fingers on the keys reminding us that music is first and always about joy.
I took this photograph of a dear friend who turns 70 this year and remains as active and vibrant as ever, still passionately creating music. Perhaps that’s the secret to a long, healthy life — staying creative, staying inspired… maybe it’s music.
As a senior myself, I enjoy photographing friends and family who are in their senior years. I hope my photographs can depict my subjects as living well, despite the challenges of aging.
"Acoustic Afternoon". My sisters and my cousin gather together at a summer family reunion to jam and enjoy some music.
"Life Friends Hiking the Adirondacks" and "Life Friends Hiking the Alta Via 1,The Dolomites, Italy," represent a friendship that has endured from being 18 year olds entering college in 1968 to our current age of 76 in 2026. Although we live on opposite coasts (New York/California), we regularly try to get together to continue our hiking adventures. Our first hiking trip occurred in 1972 hiking the mountains in Norway (as we hitched-hiked through Europe that summer) and has continued to the present. When not hiking, my friend is an active skier instructor and bicyclist and I am an active road racer, often winning my age division. Our friendship continues to to define for me what "living well" means.
"Life Friends Hiking the Adirondacks" and "Life Friends Hiking the Alta Via 1,The Dolomites, Italy," represent a friendship that has endured from being 18 year olds entering college in 1968 to our current age of 76 in 2026. Although we live on opposite coasts (New York/California), we regularly try to get together to continue our hiking adventures. Our first hiking trip occurred in 1972 hiking the mountains in Norway (as we hitched-hiked through Europe that summer) and has continued to the present. When not hiking, my friend is an active skier instructor and bicyclist and I am an active road racer, often winning my age division. Our friendship continues to to define for me what "living well" means.
Three generations of women smile as they kneel together on the pavement, creating colorful chalk art at a community street painting event. Surrounded by art supplies and onlookers, the moment captures family bonding, creativity, and joyful participation across generations.
Three generations of women together with friend, smiling as they take part in a lively street painting event. The senior, wearing a sun hat and casual summer clothes, leans forward with chalk in hand, while two middle-aged women and a younger woman sit beside her, also drawing colorful designs on the ground. Buckets of chalk and art supplies are scattered around them, showing their creative process in action.
Set in front of a restaurant with other community members in the background, the scene captures a joyful moment of family bonding, creativity, and community involvement. The image highlights how art brings different generations together, with the senior actively participating and sharing in the fun alongside her family.
Two older adults embrace an active lifestyle during a community arts event; stepping carefully across colorful pavement artwork, combining movement, creativity, and companionship. Their presence adds warmth and inspiration, demonstrating that engagement and adventure don’t fade with age.
The Cultural Arts Center in Columbus,OH needed a makeover. The building housing these exhibition walls is home to many different art lessons as well as space for sharing art. These walls were being removed because this building was being rehabbed. So, this art center invited the community to decorate the walls, "Make your Mark." Such a fun Friday evening that included dribbled paint and many adults and children. This exhibit was in place for over a month so that our marks could be shared with others.
Many of Seldovia, Alaska's older residents play vital roles in their local library, Arts Council and cultural events. From timing 5K runners in the Salmon Shuffle to painting a mural on the firehouse doors, Ginny Moore (75) is an active part of this vibrant, inclusive community.
Since I moved to New Orleans in 2008, I have been documenting New Orleans cultural traditions that include second line parades, social aid and pleasure clubs, and Jazz funerals. Sue Press is the President and CEO for the New Orleans Social Aid and Pleasure Club Ole and Nu Style Fellas. The Ole and Nu Style Fellas were founded by husband and wife Darryl and Sue Press in 1997 and are known for their unique hand-crafted costumes. Sue Press, their CEO is the only female heading an all-male New Orleans parade group. They parade in the Sixth and Seventh Wards of Downtown New Orleans and members change outfits mid-parade. That year Sue was recovering from an illness, but paraded never the less. Social aid and pleasure clubs arose in New Orleans in the 1880s to provide Black Americans burials when insurance companies would not. The parades evolved from funeral processions the clubs sponsored. A procession begins outside the church and accompanies the deceased to the cemetery while a band plays dirges, slowly following the casket. After the burial, the music turns joyous, followed by an exuberant “second line” of marchers and dancers. Other second line parades—not associated with funerals, but just parading for pure joy— occur most weekends. Sponsored by social aid and pleasure clubs, the brass bands move through New Orleans neighborhoods, with paraders exhibiting vibrant clothes and regalia.
My photograph of Ruth Mason from the Money Wasters Social Aid and Pleasure Club second line in New Orleans' Treme neighborhood in 2017. Ruth is seen posing on a car hood holding a Money Wasters homemade banner, with a $100 bill on her skirt, showing her ability to live up to the club's name. The Money Wasters Social Aid and Pleasure Club is one of the oldest clubs, parading since 1974. It was formed by several men, including musician Benny Jones Sr., Louis “Big Fritz” Nelson, Curtis Watson, and Andrew Green, who had all been part of the Sixth Ward Diamonds, and they adopted their name from a bygone club from the 1920's. New Orleans is known as the city where The Good Times Roll. Upon moving here, I became fascinated by the city's Black cultural tradition of second line parades. I first encountered one by happenstance in the Treme neighborhood in the summer of 2009. The Black Men of Labor parade was in its last half hour, but I was immediately drawn in and followed it to the end. One of my photographs from that encounter is now in the Historic New Orleans Collection. I was blown away by the parades - how they express a vibrant cultural heritage - and became a regular follower. Documenting the parades photographically became a passion. For more than 16 years, I've taken tens of thousands of color photographs, so the series is part of an ongoing body of work.
At the 9th annual Philadelphia Juneteenth Festival in Germantown, members of Scouts BSA Troop 1719A & 1313G look on as Iraina Salaam and a member of GirlTrek share a joyful embrace in Germantown's Freedom Square, while others wait for the go-ahead to begin the procession to the Johnson House Historic Site. This tender moment captures genuine warmth and human connection amid the vibrant sounds, sights, and energy of the festival. Events like this are rich with intergenerational participation and community celebration, where simple gestures—like a hug—reflect larger bonds of care, shared history, and collective joy that tie the community together across generations.
A grandpa coaches his granddaughter before she enters the ring at the 4-H County Fair.
Meet Anna, my amazing, soon to be 94 years old, mother. Growing up, my parents started a tradition of gifting us a new family game every Christmas. It was more than just fun; it was important life lessons taught and learned. How to follow the rules, how to interact with people of different ages and skill levels, how to win and lose, how to compromise on choices, bond and learn important lessons while having fun. You can learn a lot about a person from simply playing games. The tradition was passed on to her children, grandchildren and now great grandchildren 😊 4 generations having fun whether it’s playing cards, bingo, board games, playing house with dolls and action figures or sharing meals and stories. She’s my role model, my hero and my inspiration.
Meet Anna, my amazing, soon to be 94 years old, mother. Growing up, my parents started a tradition of gifting us a new family game every Christmas. It was more than just fun; it was important life lessons taught and learned. How to follow the rules, how to interact with people of different ages and skill levels, how to win and lose, how to compromise on choices, bond and learn important lessons while having fun. You can learn a lot about a person from simply playing games. The tradition was passed on to her children, grandchildren and now great grandchildren 😊 4 generations having fun whether it’s playing cards, bingo, board games, playing house with dolls and action figures or sharing meals and stories. She’s my role model, my hero and my inspiration.
Athletes in the 65+- 85+ age group categories participate in the Women’s Doubles Pickleball competition during the third day of the National Senior Games at the Iowa Events Center in Des Moines, Iowa. The Olympic-style biennial National Senior Games, presented by Humana, brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
Athletes participate in the men’s 65 –75+ age group categories racquetball practice sessions during the first day of the National Senior Games at the Wellmark YMCA in Des Moines, Iowa. Two athletes shake hands after a practice round is complete. The Olympic-style biennial National Senior Games, presented by Humana, brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
This lovely couple, Abuelito and Abuelita, smile happily beside one another. The tranquility of the moment reflects the blessings around them, time spent with family, peace, and gratitude. This photo displays a living example that living well is living with each other.
Standing at the window, my mother struggles with the weight of the moment, tears quietly falling as confusion and emotion overwhelm her. Beside her is a friend from her youth, someone life unexpectedly returned to her after many years apart. Seeing her pain, the friend gently reaches out and rests a hand on my mother's back. The gesture is simple but filled with reassurance and understanding. In that small touch lives a powerful message: even in moments of vulnerability, we are steadied by the quiet presence of someone who chooses to stand with us.
After hearing the news of each other’s loss of husbands, two childhood friends from Vietnam confide in each other and mourn their loss as they take a stroll down a street. Holding hands to reassure each other of theirs time and memories; holding onto the time they have left.
Living and loving well to care for each other’s needs is important because having a healthy mind, body, and emotions create care. For elderly individuals, people are prone to risk; however, the individual is cared and looked after by his wife. As simple as receiving help
Going through pain together as a couple. Doing everything that was promised since the day one.
I captured this very dedicated physical therapist working with her patient to extend her flexibility.
Walking through Baltimore, this vibrant couple paused mid-stride, their color and joy bright against the city streets. Captured on my cell phone, the moment reflects movement, companionship, wellness and love that keeps the body active and the spirit nourished, any day they walk together.
During the 10th annual Philadelphia Juneteenth Festival in Germantown, a couple shares cotton candy amid the vibrant sights, sounds, and energy of the festival. The simple gesture captures a moment of connection and delight, a quiet reflection of togetherness amid the larger celebration. Around them, the festival hums with activity—music, conversation, and the movement of neighbors coming together in honor of freedom and heritage. In small, joyful exchanges like this, the spirit of the festival spreads gently but profoundly, reminding attendees that celebrations are built not only on pageantry, but on human connection and the everyday pleasures that bring people closer as a community.
Sue stands before her rural Virginia church, a place that has long brought her community together. For Sue, living well is found in connection—to neighbors, tradition, and the steady rhythms of small-town life.
A female artist creating a new work amidst finished paintings at an outdoor art show.
Jane comes from a long line of pecan growers in southern New Mexico. She paints, works in clay, and illustrates her dreams in her sketchbook. Jane uses a lot of fine lines and details that encourage her viewers to ask questions.
These photographs are all from my larger project, "Pumpkin," which explores my history with grief. I have selected some photos that focus on my grandmother in the months before her passing. My grandma often would mention to me and my siblings that our efforts to keep up with calling or visiting her helped her to feel like a person in a world that often forgets people as they age. Her Gravy: My grandmother's "gravy" (pasta sauce) recipe, along with others, has stayed with us beyond her passing. She lived with us growing up and would make this often. Consistently eating dinner together every day helped maintain our bond. Your Gravy: My mother trying her hand at the gravy recipe after we visited her that day. PBN1, PBN2: Grandma spent much of her free time doing paint-by-number kits, which helped keep her hands and mind active. Patricia: My beautiful grandmother, smiling while surrounding by two of her children and three of her grandchildren. She was happiest when we were all together.
My amazing aunt.... she quilts, all the time, and is so very talented! This was a piece of a quilt she was making specifically for me. It's an incredible piece...every stitch, made with love.. I am blessed. She has been my "friend" not just my aunt. If we lived closer, I know we would spend so much time together:).
This picture is from a trip back east to visit she and my uncle. Besides going on a mini hike, and hitting an aquarium, and sharing with me her place of work- she shared this special quilt that someone in her group had made for her daughter. My aunt and uncle had boys.... but she did have me, her niece. And she made this huge, beautiful quilt for me... with inspiration in every square. She's amazing. She's been in quilt shows across the country and is such an inspiration that you can discover a new passion at any age!
I created a visual and performance work titled positive body image, challenging conventional ideals of perfection. this self-portrait was taken before attending a gallery opening to present the concept – a moment of vulnerability, intention, and quiet defiance.
As “A Woman of a certain Age” I have found myself very aware of the not so subtle changes occurring in my body. As I look at images of women in contemporary culture, I wonder where are the positive images of women over 50? What I see is a focus on face lifts, tummy tucks, weight loss programs, hair removal, menopause, osteoporosis, estrogen replacement, loss of sex drive… really, is that the reality for women of my age? In western cultures woman are not valued or seen as desirable partners; we are unattractive, unhappy, useless etc. Western patriarchal cultures see older woman as less valuable members of society. For me, living well involves accepting and embracing our unique imperfections.
My work brings the aging female body into view. This exploration is manifest in color photographic portraits of myself, my family and my female friends. My aim is to render visible strong, beautiful, women over 50, in all their detail and specificity. Included in the portraits are pieces of clothing (a mother’s wedding dress, a grandmother shawl, etc), old photographs, jewelry etc. that have meaning in the photograph, specifically related to herself as a woman, referencing female heritage.
This photograph portrays Gayle, who has spent her life deeply connected to the wilderness of Colorado’s Sangre de Cristo mountains. The image reflects aging as a sustained relationship with nature, where curiosity, resilience, and presence continue to offer purpose, joy, and vitality.
Karen is 87 years old, but the word “retirement” seems to have evaded her entirely. These photographs capture only a small moment in a life that continues to move with curiosity, creativity, and intention. Karen is my neighbor and dear friend, the owner of the property where I live in Glen Ellen, California. I first met her when I rented another home nearby, and over time I’ve come to know the quiet rhythm of her days—days that are anything but idle. Karen is the daughter of two artists: her father was a jewelry maker and photographer, and her mother a painter and mosaic artist. Their creative legacy surrounds her, but it also lives on through her own hands. In recent years she has entered what I think of as a personal renaissance, carefully restoring her mid-century modern home, originally designed by her father in the 1960s. She studies every line and detail so that each repair and improvement remains faithful to his original vision. Her days are filled with movement and purpose. She tends her garden, listens to classical music drifting through the house, and lights small fires in her wood stove. Her shelves are lined with dozens of well-read books. With equal dedication she sews, knits, and designs—creating blankets, sweaters, pillows, and flowing kimonos that she often wears herself. Karen carries her age with elegance and style. Her life is proof that creativity, curiosity, and independence don’t fade with time—they deepen. At 87, she continues to build, make, read, grow, and imagine, embodying an active life shaped by art, memory, and daily devotion to the things she loves.
I created this image to reflect how both seniors and weeds are often overlooked or dismissed, yet each holds quiet strength, resilience, and value. Both have deep roots, rich stories, and far more to offer than we sometimes take the time to see.
Karen is 87 years old, but the word “retirement” seems to have evaded her entirely. These photographs capture only a small moment in a life that continues to move with curiosity, creativity, and intention. Karen is my neighbor and dear friend, the owner of the property where I live in Glen Ellen, California. I first met her when I rented another home nearby, and over time I’ve come to know the quiet rhythm of her days—days that are anything but idle. Karen is the daughter of two artists: her father was a jewelry maker and photographer, and her mother a painter and mosaic artist. Their creative legacy surrounds her, but it also lives on through her own hands. In recent years she has entered what I think of as a personal renaissance, carefully restoring her mid-century modern home, originally designed by her father in the 1960s. She studies every line and detail so that each repair and improvement remains faithful to his original vision. Her days are filled with movement and purpose. She tends her garden, listens to classical music drifting through the house, and lights small fires in her wood stove. Her shelves are lined with dozens of well-read books. With equal dedication she sews, knits, and designs—creating blankets, sweaters, pillows, and flowing kimonos that she often wears herself. Karen carries her age with elegance and style. Her life is proof that creativity, curiosity, and independence don’t fade with time—they deepen. At 87, she continues to build, make, read, grow, and imagine, embodying an active life shaped by art, memory, and daily devotion to the things she loves.
This photograph feels like a fleeting moment suspended between motion and memory. A woman in a flowing brown coat turns back mid-stride on a wooden pier, her movement slightly blurred, as if the wind itself were guiding her forward. The city rises behind her in soft haze — muted towers, quiet geometry, and a skyline that feels both distant and intimate. The subdued tones of the image — warm browns, misty grays, and washed-out blues — create a cinematic atmosphere, almost nostalgic, as though this scene belongs to both the present and a remembered past. What makes the image compelling is the tension between movement and stillness. The benches and railings form rigid lines that anchor the frame, while her coat billows freely, breaking structure with life. Her smile, caught mid-turn, suggests spontaneity — perhaps she was called by name, or perhaps she simply felt the joy of the moment. There’s something Parisian in spirit here, even though the skyline suggests otherwise: elegance in motion, romance in ordinary space, and beauty found not in perfection, but in movement.
This photograph feels like a fleeting moment suspended between motion and memory. A woman in a flowing brown coat turns back mid-stride on a wooden pier, her movement slightly blurred, as if the wind itself were guiding her forward. The city rises behind her in soft haze — muted towers, quiet geometry, and a skyline that feels both distant and intimate. The subdued tones of the image — warm browns, misty grays, and washed-out blues — create a cinematic atmosphere, almost nostalgic, as though this scene belongs to both the present and a remembered past. What makes the image compelling is the tension between movement and stillness. The benches and railings form rigid lines that anchor the frame, while her coat billows freely, breaking structure with life. Her smile, caught mid-turn, suggests spontaneity — perhaps she was called by name, or perhaps she simply felt the joy of the moment. There’s something Parisian in spirit here, even though the skyline suggests otherwise: elegance in motion, romance in ordinary space, and beauty found not in perfection, but in movement.
Her rhythm of life? Music that just makes you want to spin, twirl and dance—on roller skates. Fit and spirited, Pamela Pine joins young and older skate dancers at the energetic Venice Beach Skate Dance Plaza in California. Pine not only skate dances, she has been the DJ since 1994 for the community of upbeat regulars, including her husband and longtime friends as well as newcomers drawn to free classes and a breezy time at the dynamic beach scene. Pine was a keen advocate for the resurfacing of the updated plaza and a founder of the Venice Beach Skate Dance Assn. Pine's passion evolved from a childhood fascination for ice skating, which she started when she was 12, and she competed in events on ice. "Movement is important to me," says Pine, who is a clinical psychologist in Beverly Hills keen on staying healthy. And upbeat.
Language learning belongs only to youth? False. Mature learners dive in with focus and intention, turning each new word into growth for the mind, connection for the community, and proof that curiosity has no age limit.
My mom, Rita, age 89, proudly holding the Origami star she recently made. My daughter Abbey, age 38, is also a natural learner, and my mom recently gave her an Origami lessons at her home just before serving dinner. It’s wonderful to see younger people stepping away from electronics and rediscovering “old-fashioned” crafts and hobbies. Activities like this are such a meaningful way for younger and older generations to spend time together, sharing skills, patience, and creativity. The artwork on the wall behind my mom has a special story too. The original watercolors are by a Turkish artist and depict street scenes from the years our family lived in Turkey when my mother was a teacher there. Later, she worked as a librarian in American military schools and traveled extensively throughout her life. Learning about other cultures and countries was always important to her. She passed that curiosity and love of the world on to her four daughters and nine grandchildren—and I have no doubt that her four young great-grandchildren will grow up to be world travelers too.
A painter always paints.... big or small, colorful or dark, the brush is never far from her hand. This friend of mine has the kindest heart. Always willing to help others with their journeys as she continues to navigate her own. She is so involved in so many different areas of life... creative outlets, educational outings, social festivities.
I enjoy her warmth and kindness in our friendship. Such a level of support, practically from the start. I've so enjoyed getting to learn more about her and her family as we spend time together. She has a quirky sense of humor and sees the world in humorous ways you just have to know her to appreciate. Beautiful inside and out... no doubt the whole world agrees.
I met this talented and charming artist during a residency in France. She had a vibrant, playful, and delightfully quirky energy that lit up every space she entered. It was impossible not to be drawn to her spirit.
Such laughter only comes when in the company of sisterhood. Birthday wishes with friends... there's nothing better:). This is a friend and neighbor who has recently been in my life. Such heart and passion for what she believes in.... like plants- and she is heavily involved with the landscaping design of our complex. And like cats- which she fosters on a regular basis till they find a home. And singing- as she participates regularly in an accomplished local singing group.
A good neighbor and friend, who sometimes comes out to happy hour with my friends. A beautiful day by the water... she looks quite pleased with the pretty drink, and blends in perfectly with our group:).
We've known each other about five years now, and I've seen such generosity from her. Always asking if I'm okay, gifting items she thinks I might like....it's always a pleasure passing each other in the hall:).
She is a substitute teacher, and I can only imagine how lucky the students are to have her in their room. She has a lot of encouragement to offer, and tales to share. Love her feisty spirit!
The world is hers! Captain Nancy demonstrates what living well means to her every time she steps upon her vessel. Fresh air, the sounds of the dock, the wind in her hair and water shadows playing all around. Before it was hers, she spent hours falling in love with the boat and being on the water. Sharing the experience with her family and grandkids is extra meaningful. Her ability to continue to enjoy the boat and life and on the water are a major delight in growing older. Who will fill her footsteps when the time comes?
Nancy Longhurst stands with gloves & towels in hand, smiling as she begins a day of service with the Uintah Chapter, NSDAR at Wasatch Lawn Mem. Prk in Utah. Chapter members carefully clean headstones & preserve the memory of those who came before. Nancy's expression carries both eagerness & purpose.
Nancy Longhurst stands with gloves and paper towels in hand, smiling as she prepares to begin a day of service at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park and Mortuary in Millcreek, Utah. She is volunteering with the Uintah Chapter, National Society Daughters of the American Revolution. Chapter members carefully clean headstones and preserve the memory of those who came before us. Nancy is ready to work, and her expression carries both eagerness and quiet purpose. Service has long shaped Nancy’s life. She gives her time generously through her church, through DAR, and through the many simple ways she supports those around her. Her devotion to her family remains the center of her world and the source of her strength. For Nancy, living well means staying connected. It means showing up, caring for others, and honoring the past while strengthening the community around her. Her smile reflects a life enriched by service, family, and the belief that we are strongest when we care for one another.
Maria lives in southern Colorado near Pueblo. Her family grows green chile, and Maria sets up shop in a Denver parking lot each autumn to sell her delicious harvest. All of her chiles are stored in a trailer, and are sorted into mild, medium, and dynamite categories. You have the option to buy an entire bushel and watch Maria roast the delicious fruit and take in the heavenly aroma. Maria bags it up, and your car smells like chile for many days to follow.
Polo Mom, Living Well — A mother proudly displays the polo ball and mallet her son used in competition. These simple objects represent speed, teamwork, and dedication on the field. Through them she celebrates not only the sport, but the joy and pride of supporting her son’s passion.
My Aunt Mary was always in her kitchen cooking and it is one of the memories me and my cousin shares. She taught those in her family how to cook who were young. When she got up in life towards the end she taught me how to cook and I spent most of my time with her.
My mom had Parkinsons and during Covid we both were getting very antsy so I started to dress her up for photo shoots. This was the first photo shoot that I bought props and dressed her in costume. She was a great sport but our photo shoots had to be quick because it was exhausting for her. For New Year's I posted this photo to wish everyone a Happy New Year from Mom and I. My mom gained a big following since they loved her modeling skills!
My mom had Parkinsons and during Covid we both were getting very antsy so I started to dress her up for photo shoots. At first Mom and I were only visited by healthcare professionals since everyone was quarantined for Covid. After awhile we could welcome our family and friends back into our house. The first celebration with family was for her birthday and we treated (and dressed her) like the queen that she was! Mom had the best day that day being treated like a queen, being surrounded by her family, and eating cake! I laugh every time I find a piece of confetti from that photo shoot.
My work centers on storytelling. I strive to capture the special moments that define our lives—moments of wonder, stillness, movement, and connection. Through my lens, I seek to preserve not just what is seen, but what is felt.
Barbara enjoying a ride with the girls on the tea bus around NYC at Christmas.
A British Afternoon Tea Party.... a favorite activity of my dear friend and I, and we were celebrating big! One of our favorite pastimes is to sit and catch up and share stories of our lives... A few years may separate our ages, but it's never been about age when I form a friendship. It's about a shared exuberance for life.
My friend, has a huge zest for life. She is a great example of a true friend, and I don't I know anyone else so talented at gift giving:). She always seems to find just the perfect thing, for everyone. She Really pays attention to people. Her interest when you talk is not pretend... she is taking it All in and remembers everything.
When we get together, it is always for a marathon meeting and the hours go by without any effort. She is such a special person and I am so lucky to have her in my life.
Road to Joy—Judith, a professional dancer, performs her interpretation to "Road to Joy” from Peter Gabriels song.
A senior volunteer embodies aging well by giving her own time, creativity, and heart at a Renaissance fair. Through service and storytelling, experience becomes connection—showing that purpose, generosity, and joy continue to grow with age.
A quiet moment in the kitchen: an elderly mother pauses from her work and looks up with a warm smile to welcome a loved one. Behind her, a photo of her children rests on the wall, a gentle reminder of the love that fuels her days. In this simple space, work, home, and family come together.
An elderly mother sits at her computer, holding her forehead in quiet worry, hoping concern might ease her troubles. Powered by worries captures a moment of vulnerability and reflection, revealing the weight of daily challenges and the resilience carried in a lifetime of care.
Della Dawes is an incredibly strong woman who spends a large amount of her time tending to her garden at her home in small town Irvine, Kentucky. She takes care of every flowers, and you can see the joy and pride in her face when she looks at what she’s accomplished.
An older man stands tall inside a greenhouse, holding a large net with strength and purpose. His steady stance and focused expression convey resilience, physical activity, and connection to meaningful work. This image promotes aging well by emphasizing staying active, spending time in nature, and maintaining hands-on pursuits that support both physical and mental well-being.
A confident older man sits casually on wooden stairs beside a vintage-style microphone, smiling warmly. His relaxed posture and stylish, modern clothing reflect vitality and self-expression. This image promotes aging well by highlighting creativity, passion, and staying engaged with hobbies or careers that bring joy. It shows that growing older can mean growing more comfortable, authentic, and confident in who you are.
A well-dressed older man sits proudly in front of framed studio posters, smiling with poise and accomplishment. His professional attire and relaxed confidence reflect lifelong achievement and continued relevance. This image promotes aging well by celebrating experience, leadership, and ongoing contribution. It shows that later life can be a time of influence, mentorship, and continued success.
A calm, honest moment with a man who’s spent his life caring for bees—surrounded by the tools of his work and the quiet pride that comes with it.
Grandpa was at public swimming pool. Grandpa swims every week to keep healthy and happy.
Last Christmas, Grandpa turned 90 years old. Our whole family gathered to celebrate this special milestone together.
Gregory came from NYC to Denver a dozen years ago. He is a meticulous printmaker who creates, instructs, and inspires young artists.
An environmental portrait of John D who is a master mechanic surrounded by tools of his trade - repairing cars.
Thayne Kilburn standing in front of his newly renovated truck. I try to take time to memorialize and mythologize people, places, plants, animals, and any objects which I find myself fixated on. I’m interested in both the grim and the ornate.
Todd will be 84 in November. He built his workshop, his “happy place” by his cabin in the woods in Alaska. Todd is living well with family, a vibrant community of activists and his tennis and golf buddies. He likes to run on the golf course, preferring exercise over use of a golf cart. Todd has built and/or maintained four houses, including the house I grew up in and the 1940’s farmhouse he grew up in. Todd built a water catchment and filtration system, solar power, and a greenhouse for his cabin in the woods. Todd is a homesteader, growing or fishing almost all of his own food. His garden and fruit trees thrive in the long days of sunlight in Alaskan summer. Todd enjoys cooking all of his meals from scratch, especially when there’s someone else there for him to feed as well. Outside Todd’s cabin is a continuing lineage of Stellar Jay birds. He gives them peanuts to hide and he recognizes them as individuals and names them. Todd likes to watch the light change in the sky over the bay.
Coming from Ohio, we had no experience with Mardi Gras celebrations, and we will please to be invited to one of the biggest Gala’s in the area. The Gala which was invitation only was quite extensive including elaborate Circus performers, musical performances, delicious foods and drinks. Mardi Gras, French for "Fat Tuesday," is a vibrant festival of feasting, parades, and revelry that occurs the day before Ash Wednesday, marking the end of the Carnival season and the beginning of the Christian fasting period of Lent. Besides wearing beads, there are masks, headpieces and lots of colors of purple, green and gold.
Mr. Moyer, turns humble potatoes into golden French fries at the Manheim Farm Show. With practiced hands and a welcoming smile, he transforms fresh harvest into a crowd favorite, sharing simple food, tradition, and community spirit—proof that living well often begins with good work and good taste.
Dressed in a vintage railroad conductor’s cap and uniform, a senior enthusiast steps back into the rhythm of the rails. Through reenactment and imagination, he keeps history alive. Living well by staying curious, celebrating the past, and finding joy in the timeless call of the railroad.
After the music faded, the room did not return to silence — it softened. He sits by the window, a folder resting open in his hands, studying something with the same quiet concentration he might once have given to a score. The afternoon light falls gently across his face, tracing the lines that time has written there. A tall glass stands beside him, condensation catching the light, ordinary and intimate, like the moment itself. Behind him, reflected in the mirror, she sits slightly out of focus — not distant, just resting in the background of his thoughts, as she has likely done for decades. The piano is no longer being played, but it is still present, holding the echo of what just happened. Their conversation is not loud; it doesn’t need to be. It moves in glances, in shared memory, in the comfortable rhythm of two lives long intertwined. This image is not about performance. It is about what remains after the last note — companionship, reflection, and the quiet grace of growing old together.
The Finger Lakes in New York is my absolute favorite place to be. I was raised there on the beautiful lakes in the small town of Auburn New York. I was fortunate to have a great grandmother who was raised in Union Springs with a family that dates back to the 1700s. My great grandparents bought a cottage on Cayuga Lake in the early 1900s while they were remodeling their home in Auburn. That cottage has remained in our family and has been the center of many joyous occasions. Jeff is enjoying one of the many beautiful sunsets that set in the evening on the lake.
This photograph portrays Gary Ziegler, who continues to run a cattle and horse ranch in southern Colorado that my grandfather helped establish. The image reflects aging as active stewardship, where purpose, physical labor, and community connection sustain vitality and meaning over time.
A retired senior refuses to be just another "little old lady." She takes on all challengers, young and old, with a stare that reflects years of being tested, resilience, and confidence to stand her own ground.
An athlete crosses the finish line during the 1-Mile Road Race for the National Senior Games was held at the Iowa State Capitol in Des Moines, Iowa. The ceremony officially kicked off the 2025 National Senior Games presented by Humana, which brings together over 11,000 participants ages 50 – 100+ to compete in over 25 sports.
At the 16th annual Philadelphia Juneteenth Festival in Germantown, Sir Michael—known as the “Earl of Science and Magic”—demonstrates the playful art of bubble making. With a simple mixture of soap, air, and imagination, he sends shimmering spheres floating through the summer air, capturing the attention and curiosity of those nearby. His performance brings a sense of delight and lightheartedness to the festival, adding texture and joy to the larger celebration of freedom, history, and community. Moments like this show how small acts of play and creativity can lift the spirits of a gathering and contribute to the shared experience of connection among festival attendees.
In Kim and Dad, my sister holds a framed portrait of our father as a baby. As the first-born child, Kim shared a particularly close relationship with him. In the photograph, our father’s infant expression carries a mischievous quality—one we both vividly remember. The image collapses time, bringing past and present into the same visual space. The loss of a parent is always difficult, but Kim possesses a remarkable ability to accept what life presents and to find love and joy even amid grief. This photograph speaks to endurance, memory, and emotional strength. It situates Kim not only as a daughter and sister, but as a woman shaped by love, loss, and continuity.
During the photography session, we played with many meaningful family items, allowing memory and imagination to guide the images. In this photograph, Kim wears our mother’s wedding dress and gently holds a bouquet of beautiful roses, symbols of love, beauty, and continuity across generations. The dress, rich with history and sentiment, transforms the moment into something both intimate and timeless. The camera captured Kim as she twirled, her movement light and spontaneous, her smile open and radiant as she looked toward the lens. The image immediately recalls our childhood days of playing dress-up, when we would slip into grown-up clothes and dream about the futures we imagined for ourselves—of marriage, family, and the lives we hoped to build. As adults, we rarely give ourselves permission to play with that same sense of wonder and freedom. Responsibilities and routines often replace imagination, making moments like this feel especially precious. I love this image of Kim because it reflects more than a simple pose; it captures her spirit. Her smile is jubilant and genuine, and it resonates deeply with her positive outlook on life. In this fleeting moment, the photograph bridges past and present, honoring both the innocence of childhood dreams and the confidence of adulthood, while celebrating joy, memory, and connection.
My mom, Yvonne, is a selfless, other-centered being. An excellent role model and great example for me to become a version of this in my own ways. She can be so selfless at times, that she does not take intentional time to care for herself. This year, she turned 67 and my sister and I treated her to a full beat of makeup, a hair appointment, and a photo shoot with myself. While my mom can come off reserved in her everyday personality, she is very confident here. This photo experience was effortless with her, much like her expressions of care with others. My sister make constant efforts to offer our mother experiences as gifts as we see how she lights up more than a material thing. Through this she gets to relive the experience by telling stories and connecting with her other family and friends through her experiences. We hope to cultivate memories for her that she remembers and relishes on, in knowing that she deserves great things happening to her because of who she is.
This is an image of my Grandma Mina, my mother Yvonne, and myself. It is an image I envisioned for years revealed with better meaning than I originally imagined. The complexity of capturing this image is that I take photos exclusively on film, and this is a triple exposure. Navigating between layering the images and ourselves as subjects in a way that it may be consistent in flow was very experimental, though revealed not only the lineage in which I have come from, but our genuine connection within parent-child relationships. There is peace, joy, and love between us three which has been an unshakable bond to cherish, cultivate, and come back to. The brick wall which serves as the backdrop to our image, is the house that they both live in, one built from the ground up by my late grandfather. The layers that overlap in this image play a role to the many layers in which we are as individuals, complex and simple at the same time. Despite each of our layered personalities, we still find it in ourselves to love each other unconditionally.
My nanny is in her '80s and she is active as hell. She still drives around and does all kind of things she is a very busy woman who is always there for her family and others.
Cathy enjoying the artist community at Harrison County Arts holiday party.
Not just my neighbor, but a good friend. We were out celebrating a birthday here... a once-a-year reminder of what a special person she is. After 20 years... we've seen each other experience a lot.
We met in the complex where we live, and she's kind of adopted me:). Always asking if I'm okay... invitations for dinner at holidays, because she knows I don't have any family close by. She is like this to everyone. Just a genuine, generous woman.
She and some other neighbors and I play Rummykub together on a weekly basis and I love that they were open to learning a new game. When we get together it's not just about the game... it's the comradery that ensues from sharing stories about our weeks. It is a special time for me when we get together, and see how active I can be later on, if I keep myself moving now:).
My mother has the warmest smile around when she's happy. This afternoon, we were spending time together on my monthly visit, with one of her friends in the kitchen. They were telling me about an outing to a museum they had just been to, and how the docent just couldn't get the facts right:). My mom and her friend kept looking at each other, rolling their eyes, knowing they could have given a better tour.
This series of five photographs is part of an ongoing project that explores the power of light as the central narrative inspired by Petra Collins and her dreamlike approach to her work. From inspiration and by manipulating light and its colors, I aim to create a visual language that speaks to the depth of human emotions. Working with a controlled setting—using a black backdrop to emphasize the interplay between light and shadow—I collaborate with willing friends and family to capture authentic moments of vulnerability, joy, and contemplation. Each image reflects a unique aspect of human expression and self expression, allowing the light to illuminate not just the subject, but the rawness of their emotional journey.
Sarah Rudolph Collins is a survivor of the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing in Birmingham. She was 12 years old when the bombing killed her sister, Addie Mae Collins, along with Denise McNair, Cynthia Wesley, and Carole Robertson. While the names of the girls lost are widely remembered, Sarah’s story as a survivor has often remained in the margins. This photograph was made near the site of the 16th Street Baptist Church on March 5, 2026, in quiet recognition of her life, survival, and memory.
My love, my grandmother, Ethaline.
Woman standing on busy street. Living well means continuing to be out and about, on your terms, and being a part of the tapestry of daily life.
I am a 64-year-old African American street photographer from Chicago, Illinois. My work is influenced by my family’s migratory history, having been part of the Great Migration of African Americans from the rural south to the urban north in the United States in the early 20th century. I began taking photographs after I lost my job. Before that I had worked in public health with women and children, communities of color, low-income communities and the LGBTQ community. I believe that work infuses my photography, for I see not just people moving through life when I look through the lens of my camera, but a story on every face and in every movement. It is my hope that my work reflects to people, their, and the world's abiding beauty and grace.
These photographs are all from my larger project, "Pumpkin," which explores my history with grief. I have selected some photos that focus on my grandmother in the months before her passing. My grandma often would mention to me and my siblings that our efforts to keep up with calling or visiting her helped her to feel like a person in a world that often forgets people as they age. Her Gravy: My grandmother's "gravy" (pasta sauce) recipe, along with others, has stayed with us beyond her passing. She lived with us growing up and would make this often. Consistently eating dinner together every day helped maintain our bond. Your Gravy: My mother trying her hand at the gravy recipe after we visited her that day. PBN1, PBN2: Grandma spent much of her free time doing paint-by-number kits, which helped keep her hands and mind active. Patricia: My beautiful grandmother, smiling while surrounding by two of her children and three of her grandchildren. She was happiest when we were all together.
© Colleen Hennessy, "Aurora of Aztlan"
Woman standing on busy street. Living well means continuing to be out and about, on your terms, and being a part of the tapestry of daily life.
I am a 64-year-old African American street photographer from Chicago, Illinois. My work is influenced by my family’s migratory history, having been part of the Great Migration of African Americans from the rural south to the urban north in the United States in the early 20th century. I began taking photographs after I lost my job. Before that I had worked in public health with women and children, communities of color, low-income communities and the LGBTQ community. I believe that work infuses my photography, for I see not just people moving through life when I look through the lens of my camera, but a story on every face and in every movement. It is my hope that my work reflects to people, their, and the world's abiding beauty and grace.
Getting Dressed for the Mardi Gras Parade It was my first Mardi Gra parade. I felt like a bit of a phony as I had no knowledge or background, but I started with the colors—purple, green, and gold. I traded style for comfort and slipped into shoes I could actually stand in for hours. I found some strands of beads to wear and put on my biggest smile because I knew I was headed for a good time. I found a convenient place to park and off I went to join all the celebration and fun. It was definitely worth going to.
Donna enjoying her time spent in NYC and sporting her new hat!
This piece is from my “HOPE” series, where I asked people ages 18 to their 80s what they hope for, then interpreted their answers through this photography. This woman, in her 70s, hoped for community and unity — a deeper sense of connection and belonging.
Taken at the 2017 Women's March. Living well means abiding by what you feel passionate about and committed to, like this woman marching with others in the Women's March.
I am a 64-year-old African American street photographer from Chicago, Illinois. My work is influenced by my family’s migratory history, having been part of the Great Migration of African Americans from the rural south to the urban north in the United States in the early 20th century. I began taking photographs after I lost my job. Before that I had worked in public health with women and children, communities of color, low-income communities and the LGBTQ community. I believe that work infuses my photography, for I see not just people moving through life when I look through the lens of my camera, but a story on every face and in every movement. It is my hope that my work reflects to people, their, and the world's abiding beauty and grace.
It is hard to find the right words when all day in my head I keep hearing “devochka moya, devochka moya,” which in Russian means “my girl.” That is what my grandmother would lovingly call me whenever we spoke. She lived her life with unusual kindness and joy — the kind that quietly shapes everyone around it. She was an earthly kind of angel, quietly embodying what living well really is.
For her, it meant caring for her garden, her family, and always finding life interesting, at any age, at any hour. Through these photographs I wanted to honor a life well lived — rooted in kindness, generosity, and love.
In loving memory of Nina Grigorievna Shakhova.
It is hard to find the right words when all day in my head I keep hearing “devochka moya, devochka moya,” which in Russian means “my girl.” That is what my grandmother would lovingly call me whenever we spoke. She lived her life with unusual kindness and joy — the kind that quietly shapes everyone around it. She was an earthly kind of angel, quietly embodying what living well really is.
For her, it meant caring for her garden, her family, and always finding life interesting, at any age, at any hour. Through these photographs I wanted to honor a life well lived — rooted in kindness, generosity, and love.
In loving memory of Nina Grigorievna Shakhova.
A grandma backed by greenery looks down at the camera. Her face is speckled with light filtered through the branches, giving the scene a very textured and warm feeling.
This is my grandma, visiting me out beneath some trees. I asked her to stop for a moment as soon as I noticed the way the light was falling on her face—it almost reminded me of the way the late sun passes through lace curtains. The speckled light also had a nice effect on her wrinkled skin; the two complemented each other quite nicely. And the expression was just perfect, really luck if anything that I pressed the shutter at the exact right moment. Her look is soft, caring, but also a little playful and girlish. This is probably one of my favorite photos I've ever taken.
At an art show, this vibrant Black woman turns toward me mid-reaction, ready to share her take on the mermaid painting before us. Her expression is full of spice, curiosity, and joy. In that moment, art became a conversation that bounced between us delightfully.
I truly believe my mother was happier than many people who seemingly "had it all" because she knew what really mattered as she had suffered so much. Suffering truly creates a soul that flourishes.
Living well means finding the grace in every moment and my mother was the one who taught me this gift. I began photographing my mother in December 2009 as a way to process my feelings towards a mother I had never truly known and hoped by photographing her, I could bring closure to an open wound I had my entire life. When I was nine, my mother left our family after falling in love with another man. The man she left us for turned out to be violent: he beat her so badly that she suffered permanent brain damage and had to be moved into an assisted living facility at the age of forty-one, where she lived for thirty-five years and the next facility for 8 years. My mother taught me what living well truly is. She has been a great teacher as she was completely in the present. She lived for those tiny moments of happiness: seeing a child play, hearing the song of a bird, tasting a tiny piece of milk chocolate, a visit from one of her six children, a butterfly circling nearby.
My mother loved dolls from the time she was a little girl growing up in Guatemala. At the first nursing home where she lived for 35 years, her dolls would get stolen by other residents or aids. She told me. When I moved her to a better nursing home, I had an entire area set up with all her dolls.
Living well means finding the grace in every moment and my mother was the one who taught me this gift. I began photographing my mother in December, 2009 as a way to process my feelings towards a mother I had never truly known and hoped by photographing her, I could bring closure to an open wound I had my entire life. When I was nine, my mother left our family after falling in love with another man. The man she left us for turned out to be violent: he beat her so badly that she suffered permanent brain damage and had to be moved into an assisted living facility at the age of forty-one, where she lived for thirty-five years and the next facility for 8 years. My mother taught me what living well truly is. She has been a great teacher as she was completely in the present. She lived for those tiny moments of happiness: seeing a child play, hearing the song of a bird, tasting a tiny piece of milk chocolate, a visit from one of her six children, a butterfly circling nearby.
My mother was raised with the Jewish religion. I wasn't allowed to light candles at the nursing home but I knew that seeing the Hanukkah menorah lit up with candles would make her smile. Anything I could do to make her smile made me smile too.
This photograph portrays my father, whose life has been shaped by physical work, craft, and movement. After decades fishing in Alaska and building log homes, he now spends his time road tripping, repairing his sailboat, and biking. He inspires me as a model of aging grounded in curiosity, independence, and ongoing engagement with the world.
My stepbrother’s partner contemplates the past 24 hours as we all take a quiet moment after my stepmother’s funeral.
Reverend Wheeler Parker Jr. is the cousin of Emmett Till and the last living witness to his kidnapping before Till was lynched and murdered in 1955. Parker was 16 years old when Till, then 14, was abducted while visiting family in Mississippi. Till’s lynching and the public response to his death became a crucial catalyst for the Civil Rights Movement. Today, Rev. Parker continues to preach and lead at Argo Temple Church of God in Christ in Summit, Illinois, the church founded by his grandmother. Reverend Parker continues to advocate for racial reconciliation and justice to this day Photograph taken in March 2024.
An enthusiastic Farmall tractor fan shows his pride not only in the machines he admires but in the clothes he wears. Dressed in Farmall red, he celebrates a lifetime love of farming heritage. Through style, passion, and community spirit, he embodies the idea of living well every day.
The captain of the Millersburg Ferry carries on a Susquehanna River tradition. Guiding one of the last wooden double-paddlewheel ferries using the river’s current, the captain’s work reflects skill, patience, and a life shaped by water, community, and the enduring craft of ferrying.
Rocky stands outside his shop, layered in gold chains and shining watch, a symbol of pride earned through years of hustle. His confidence reflecting a life built on determination and personality—proof that living well can mean celebrating success, individuality, and the journey that got you there.
This portrait captures my father as he enters his seventies, a milestone I felt proud to witness. Photographed in natural light for his birthday, he stands grounded and self-assured, embodying resilience, experience, and continued growth. His presence reflects a lifetime shaped by family and community yet still unfolding. For me, this image honors aging as strength — not a closing chapter, but a continued expansion of purpose, dignity, and connection.
I met Norris while walking through my neighborhood, where we began talking about his work running a barrel transport company with his son — a business deeply rooted in Caribbean culture and family connection. After he handed me his card, I asked if I could make his portrait. This image reflects a man actively engaged in both entrepreneurship and intergenerational partnership. His presence speaks to aging as continuity ; remaining involved, connected, and purposeful within both family and community life.
Walking along the beach in Ghana, I came across a man basking in his solitude while sand bathing. I didn’t want to bother him, but on my way back to the group, he shouted out, “Ms. Photographer!” As I walked over, he stretched out his arm and said, “For you.” In his palm were four tiny seashells glowing in the sunlight, accompanied by an innocent smile that reminded me of a family member. Instantly, I knew it was the perfect time to ask for his portrait.
Bob James is a retired Boeing engineer. Among his current pursuits, Bob participates as acolyte in services at St. Peter's Episcopal Parish in Seattle, WA, in addition to playing percussion in a civic orchestra.
Dan Dougherty, born in 1925, served in Europe during World War II and later built a life grounded in family, service, and connection. Now 99, he continues to live with purpose, Maintaining relationships and engagement well into later life.
Todd is 68 and lives with a curiosity, creativity, and energy that inspires everyone around him. My partner of three years, I met him four years ago when he was doing carpentry work on the property where I lived. From the start, it was clear he engages with the world through both his hands and his heart. A talented carpenter and artist, he recently finished building the tiny house we now share. When he isn’t working with wood, Todd paints en plein air around Sonoma County, capturing small scenes of everyday beauty many people overlook. His artistic eye comes from careful observation—light on a hillside, textures in weathered buildings, quiet neighborhood moments. Music is another lifelong thread. Todd has played drums since he was ten, and rhythm still shapes his days. He’s also a skilled gardener and landscaper who brings the same creativity to the land. He loves cooking and hosting friends, filling our home with warmth, conversation, and good food while generously helping others.
Artist and teacher Clinton Helms pauses at a plein air easel on the grounds of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, translating light, color, and quiet observation into paint. Sharing his craft with students and visitors alike, he embodies the spirit of living well through art, learning, and community.
This portrait captures Albert during a brief encounter in my neighborhood. Drawn to his sense of style and quiet confidence, I asked if I could make his portrait. His subtle smile and steady gaze reflect a man fully present in his daily life. Photographed in natural light, this image honors the individuality and vitality of older adults who remain active and visible within their communities. It is a reminder that connection often begins with simple moments of acknowledgment.
I first met Paul through my friend Lily, who introduced me to her neighbor and longtime friend. Lily has long been both an inspiration and muse to Paul; he has painted several portraits of her over the years. Through her stories, I already had a sense that he lived life a little differently. Before I photographed him, Paul casually mentioned that he was 74. I believed him without question. Only later did I learn that he is actually 85—proof that numbers rarely tell the whole story. Paul’s energy is unmistakable. A dedicated swimmer and cyclist, he moves with the vitality of someone decades younger, carrying the rhythm of the nearby Santa Cruz Mountains in everything he does. His home, which he designed and built himself, reflects that same independence and creativity. An accomplished painter, Paul is especially drawn to vintage cars, a passion that extends beyond the canvas to the Morris Minor he proudly owns. His thrift-store-found “Paul” belt, turquoise jewelry, and unmistakable bohemian style hint at a life lived freely and creatively. But it’s his presence that lingers most. His piercing blue eyes seem to look straight through you, framed by long white hair that moves with the breeze. Paul is a reminder that an active life isn’t only about movement—it’s about curiosity, creativity, and the enduring spirit to keep exploring the world, no matter your age.
I first met Paul through my friend Lily, who introduced me to her neighbor and longtime friend. Lily has long been both an inspiration and muse to Paul; he has painted several portraits of her over the years. Through her stories, I already had a sense that he lived life a little differently. Before I photographed him, Paul casually mentioned that he was 74. I believed him without question. Only later did I learn that he is actually 85—proof that numbers rarely tell the whole story. Paul’s energy is unmistakable. A dedicated swimmer and cyclist, he moves with the vitality of someone decades younger, carrying the rhythm of the nearby Santa Cruz Mountains in everything he does. His home, which he designed and built himself, reflects that same independence and creativity. An accomplished painter, Paul is especially drawn to vintage cars, a passion that extends beyond the canvas to the Morris Minor he proudly owns. His thrift-store-found “Paul” belt, turquoise jewelry, and unmistakable bohemian style hint at a life lived freely and creatively. But it’s his presence that lingers most. His piercing blue eyes seem to look straight through you, framed by long white hair that moves with the breeze. Paul is a reminder that an active life isn’t only about movement—it’s about curiosity, creativity, and the enduring spirit to keep exploring the world, no matter your age.
Venerable Polwatte Pangnanda, the chief incumbent monk of Sarana International Buddhist Center in Tukwila, WA, sits for a semi-formal portrait, resting his head in one hand.
A grandpa smiles in front of a whitewashed barn door. My goal with this image was a feeling of closeness and warmth. My grandparents had spent the better part of this given afternoon inside, my grandma passing time with her crossword puzzles, my grandpa typing away at his computer. I think a pot was boiling in the kitchen.
With a handful of frames left in my roll of film, I decided to use them up in the easiest way I could think of: by taking a series of portrait shots just outside with a plain(ish) white background. My grandpa kept cracking jokes as I pulled the shutter, which meant my first three or four photos of him all feature slightly parted lips, half-blinking eyes, that sort of delightful messiness. But finally I wore him out, and this photo is the result. It's the best photo I've ever taken of him, and one that undoubtedly captures how I see him.
Eloy Torrez Sr. is my father in law and the stoic pillar of a family with four sons, a man of few words with a strong presence. After working his whole life as house painter and in other physically demanding occupations, he is enjoying his retirement, living with one of his sons. He grew up with nine siblings in a small pueblo in rural New Mexico. The essence of living in this challenging but enchanted environment is reflected in his character. “Salt of the earth” comes to mind. Living well to him means being with family, supporting his sons and enjoying the foods of New Mexico. And let’s not forget Mexican Ranchera music.
Living in the United States for nearly four years has introduced me to many beautiful national and local traditions. One of them is Cars and Coffee - a gathering that brings together vintage, luxury, and sports car enthusiasts in a shared celebration of design and craftsmanship. Growing up in Latvia, Europe, I admired such extraordinary automobiles mostly through shop windows. My father has always been a passionate car enthusiast, and that appreciation for thoughtful design and engineering naturally found its way to me. This made my first real encounter with Cars and Coffee especially meaningful. It happened by chance in Brunswick, West Virginia, as we were simply passing through town. When I realized what was unfolding, I knew it was a moment not to be missed. I was grateful to have my film camera with me - arriving just in time to capture the award ceremony. Although I initially worried that I hadn’t managed to frame the front of the car in the rush, I came to appreciate the authenticity of the moment. The image tells a richer story: a beaming first-place winner, two onlookers in the background, watching the gleaming red automobile with admiration, and the unmistakable feeling of a hot summer Saturday filled with joy and shared passion. What speaks to me most is the atmosphere - the ability to delight in beauty, design, friendly competition, and the simple pleasure of connecting with like-minded people. This is a well-earned winner’s smile and a proud victory lap. Shot on Nikon FM2n using Cinestill 400D. Scanned and processed by me.
Taken at an event at Gleason's Boxing Gym in Brooklyn, NY, and feature 89 year-old author, Anthony Haden-Guest, in an exhibition boxing match. Participating in a combat sport at this age certainly reflects the concept of “Living Well.”
Taken at an event at Gleason's Boxing Gym in Brooklyn, NY, and feature 89 year-old author, Anthony Haden-Guest, in an exhibition boxing match. Participating in a combat sport at this age certainly reflects the concept of “Living Well.”
Dr. Bob hikes, flies planes, still works, and performs with the Helena Montana Symphony at 82.
This Bob Caldwell, a doctor, an avid hiker, flies his own plane, and is a member of the Helena, Montana, Choir. Dr. Bob is 82 and a friend to everyone. We have known him for almost 20 years, and he and his wife, Dana, have been our children's grandparents. As good grandparents, they are involved with our kids and never forget a birthday or holiday.
At 67 Richard, the photographer is not just making photos, he is performing a form of resistance against the automated world, finding beauty in the slow, the physical, and the deeply personal.
A grandpa wearing a hat and dark glasses sits at the end of a checkered table. Purple flowers dot the bush behind him, and a strong, high afternoon sun bears down on everything, giving the image a high-summer feel.
I like to see this photo as a screen test for my grandpa, a very theatrical man who loves his hats and headgear. Here, he wears one of the handful of straw hats my grandparents keep on hand for gardening and bee-yard work, with his characteristic dark glasses shaded underneath. Whenever he donned that combo, I joked that he looked like some 19th-century Italian landowner-mafia head, to which he shook always his head, smiled, and waved me away like an annoying fly. I took this photo right after we finished lunch outside and my grandpa was chatting with the next-door neighbors.
Living well Richard shows the ability to connect directly with a global audience from a home internet studio. There is a quiet thrill in mastering digital cameras and realizing that his old wisdom can be amplified by new tech.
I've always known my grandpa to be a very cool man. One of the things that makes him incredibly cool is he rides motorcycles—he's been doing this since he was young, and rode consistently until his late seventies. Every year, he and his friends would trek across the country on their motorcycles to wherever the Harley Davidson convention was. He has traveled to 46 states via motorcycle. For his 80th birthday, my family threw him a surprise party. He was completely shocked. This was the first birthday party he had ever had in his 80 years of life. The cherry on top was his motorcycle themed birthday cake. The cake makes me especially happy because a motorcycle themed cake may also be something that a young child has at their birthday party—and for his first birthday party at 80 years old, it was so fitting.
I grew up with my Grandad and watched him blow candles on his birthday for years. The day I took this picture my Grandad turned sixty-eight years old. His face and arms enlarged over the skinny candle on his cake demonstrates his spirit and his joy that, have always persisted. My whole life he has been vibrant and playful, even as an old man I see a childlike whimsy in him. With him as my role model, I’ve learned how to chase my joy and replenish my spirit, just as he does. I know to find joy in things by finding myself in them.
The man sits unhurried, his face mapping resilience and lived experience. In his stillness is a quiet wellness—a reminder that rest, breath, and presence matter. Through my lens, I honor the dignity of everyday lives and invite viewers to pause long enough to truly see.
I move through the world ready, attentive to fleeting moments of love and simple joy. These simple cellphone shots are not staged; they are discovered in the everyday spaces in which I live and navigate. I am especially drawn to elders and children, two ends of life that often mirror one another through wisdom, wonder, and unguarded truth. The seasoned ones carry stories etched into their faces, while children reveal curiosity that feels boundless and alive. When I catch moments, I am honoring those quiet exchanges of humanity that happen all around us that remind me that tenderness, laughter, and connection still live in the ordinary.
You can't judge a book by its cover.
A senior man walks confidently down a partial red curb, holding a dozen roses. In mismatched plaid, he moves with purpose and joy, reminding us that aging well means staying engaged, expressive, and open to love at every stage of life.
John (pictured) sits on his bike custom rigged with a bike pump, hunting knife, multitool, basket, rear compartment, side mirrors, bluetooth speaker, and a photo of his family--waits for a stoplight to turn green
"New Beginnings in Old Hands 1" embodies life’s duality, the fragility of a newborn monarch with the resilient tenderness of aging hands, symbolizing how experience nurtures new life. The pairing of delicate wings with seasoned hands celebrates those whose wisdom fosters thriving communities.
Beautifully worn hands take deliberate notes, showing that focus, strategy, and curiosity only deepen over time.
