A photo story following the lives of my grandparents set against the backdrop of their home. It follows the stillness of this one spring day, and their home on a Sunday afternoon before the busy week ahead. A chance to notice the smaller aspects of our lives that go unnoticed during the week, yet seem ever amplified during the last few hours of a Sunday afternoon.

“A Sunday in the Home of Juan & Teresa”

April 2025

Outside the window of my car, a familiar yet comfortable view of my grandparents’ home emerges as I pull up to the front of the house. Framed within the car’s window, there is a sense of “arrival” connected to the house and what life inside is like.

Outside the window of my car, a familiar yet comfortable view of my grandparents’ home emerges as I pull up to the front of the house. Framed within the car’s window, there is a sense of “arrival” connected to the house and what life inside is like. In the rearview mirror, the Rancho mountains become visible as they have served as a landmark in this house’s setting since I was little.

In their home, my grandpa, Juan, sits at the dining table. Here he takes time to practice guitar chords and work on his computer given the leisurely setting of this Sunday afternoon. Through the doorway, my grandma, Teresa, is visible as she organize

In their home, my grandpa, Juan, sits at the dining table. Here he takes time to practice guitar chords and work on his computer given the leisurely setting of this Sunday afternoon. Through the doorway, my grandma, Teresa, is visible as she organizes kitchen supplies from the prior week of cooking meals and various foods.

Now outside, my grandma tends to her various plants, and my grandpa joins her in the backyard as they have a conversation and enjoy the sun in anticipation for the coming months of summer where their backyard serves as a place of family, company, and

Now outside, my grandma tends to her various plants, and my grandpa joins her in the backyard as they have a conversation and enjoy the sun in anticipation for the coming months of summer where their backyard serves as a place of family, company, and laughter. For now, they enjoy it for themselves.

The familiar shoes and sandals of my grandparents are illuminated in the light of the setting sun as they both make their way through the backyard. For a long while, these shoes have symbolized an atmosphere in the house and backyard that is reminis

The familiar shoes and sandals of my grandparents are illuminated in the light of the setting sun as they both make their way through the backyard. For a long while, these shoes have symbolized an atmosphere in the house and backyard that is reminiscent of a Sunday afternoon; where comfort and warm sunlight reign.

My grandma takes a break from yard work to talk about her story of coming from Bolivia to America, and making efforts to work hard from a young age with the goal of owning a home in which to raise a family one day. The home, which has now been a fami

My grandma takes a break from yard work to talk about her story of coming from Bolivia to America, and making efforts to work hard from a young age with the goal of owning a home in which to raise a family one day. The home, which has now been a family gathering place for years, appears in the reflection of her glasses.

The gloved hands of my grandma cut the dead leaves out from the living ones as the sunlight peeks slightly into the pot.

The gloved hands of my grandma cut the dead leaves out from the living ones as the sunlight peeks slightly into the pot.

My grandpa stands among the backyard as the sun sets behind the yard wall while my grandma finishes gardening. Behind him, the palm trees begin to sway in the spring breeze, new to this day, just as they have in years past and just as they will in th

My grandpa stands among the backyard as the sun sets behind the yard wall while my grandma finishes gardening. Behind him, the palm trees begin to sway in the spring breeze, new to this day, just as they have in years past and just as they will in the near future. The pool chairs remain turned on their side, waiting for the coming months of summer where they will be turned upright for family and for gatherings. But on this Sunday afternoon, they remain.