Hi, I'm Eliana

I grew up in Brazil, in a house full of photographs. My mother kept albums on the coffee table, not tucked away in storage, but out where we'd flip through them on Sunday afternoons. I was the kind of child who could spend an hour staring at a single picture of my grandmother holding me as a baby.

Decades later, when I had my own babies in California, I understood why she did that. Time with little ones moves at a pace that almost feels cruel. The newborn weeks dissolve. The first words come and go. The chubby hands you swore you'd never forget become the hands of a kindergartener, and then a teenager.

Photographs are the only thing that holds it still.

That's why I do this work. Not just to make pretty pictures, though I care deeply about the craft, but to give you something to hold onto when the days run together. Something your daughter will look at when she's pregnant with her own first child, and feel the line that connects you both.