This past weekend I was lucky enough to capture the details of my parents first home. When talking to my mom about selling the place her & my dad started their family in, she mentioned she was sad she didn’t get around to taking photos of some of the details of the now 100-year-old home. So I borrowed a set of keys & got to photograph this gorgeous empty house during the golden hour. It was an honor to be able to take these photos for my parents, to give them a way to remember their first home. Although I never lived in the home, I spent plenty of time there & watched the house change hands multiple times, the majority of the time I spent there the house was vacated in-between tenants. But this weekend walking around the empty house filled with the setting sun felt different. Selling this house is so bittersweet for my parents, realistically they were never going to live in it again, but it still means letting go of the place they brought their first baby home to, where their family really began. Taking these photos was so special to me, as Chris and I talk about starting our family and deciding where we’ll live I think of how excited we are now & I think of all of those excited, happy moments that this house held for my parents. So getting to capture the beauty of this house for my parents is as much as a gift to me as it is to them.
I’m in love with the way the light floods the back bedroom. 
Gorgeously detailed light fixtures scatter the house, layers of paint chipped off, but memories remain
Elaborate Built-ins occupy the dining & living rooms. 
These rusted nails were hammered into the windows by grandfather for extra security, because the locks weren’t up to his standard at the time, over 40 years later the nails are still in place.
Sacramento – The city of trees.
An old football hangs by a nail in the garage, patiently waiting its next debut.
Crystal doorknobs connect one room to the next.
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East Bay Mama 