The small kitchen window can know more of a family’s habits than its largest photograph.

A photograph records a chosen moment while a kitchen window sees the unchosen ones. The same view holds the early cups of tea, the arguments over homework, the standing about waiting for a kettle, repeated for years without anyone deciding to preserve them. That accumulation is closer to what a family actually was.

Notice where your own real life mostly happens, which is probably not where the pictures get taken. Photograph something ordinary this week, in the middle of a normal Tuesday. In twenty years it may be the one you find yourself looking at.