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Things People Carry is a photography and audio project exploring the things we carry along with us from childhood -- the stuffed animals, bears, dolls, toys, and mementoes we treasure long into adulthood. These objects are often hidden in trunks, boxes, or closets, but they're seldom forgotten.  

WHY DO SO many of our treasured objects

have little to no monetary value?  

I take these special items out of the darkness and into the light. Through photography and audio recordings, I capture their beauty. I explore why we carry things for so long, what these objects mean to us, and what memories they evoke.

Memory. Meaning. Nostalgia. 

My childhood treasure. A music box my father gave me when I was five or six years old. Turn a little crank in back, open the drawer at the bottom, and the song "Send in the Clowns" plays. 

My childhood treasure. A music box my father gave me when I was five or six years old. Turn a little crank in back, open the drawer at the bottom, and the song "Send in the Clowns" plays. 

At the bottom of my music box is a small drawer where I keep a few things that matter to me. In this photo: my grandmother's faux pearl pin and my father's army dog tags. 

At the bottom of my music box is a small drawer where I keep a few things that matter to me. In this photo: my grandmother's faux pearl pin and my father's army dog tags. 

This is my mother's doll. When I was a girl, this doll lived in a wooden trunk at the foot of my parents' bed. We almost never saw her. But I knew where she hid, and I wanted to play with  her.  She was simply called, "Doll."

This is my mother's doll. When I was a girl, this doll lived in a wooden trunk at the foot of my parents' bed. We almost never saw her. But I knew where she hid, and I wanted to play with  her.  She was simply called, "Doll."

My father's toys, circa 1950. Duncan yo-yo, army soldiers, a plastic pig, false teeth, miniature playing cards, and more. Treasured for more than 60 years inside this White Owl cigar box.

My father's toys, circa 1950. Duncan yo-yo, army soldiers, a plastic pig, false teeth, miniature playing cards, and more. Treasured for more than 60 years inside this White Owl cigar box.

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 To return to the books of my childhood is to yield to the strain of nostalgia that is curious about the self I once was.

-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie