On those days, family and neighbors gather to share the abundance before them, celebrating together. In the end, everyone sits around the table and smiles for a photograph—quiet proof the rite is complete, a keepsake to remember.
From birth to death, we sit before countless tables. Each one is a small celebration and a quiet reward for having lived and endured. They may not be dazzling, but the images of tables piled high with food tell the story of a life—short yet long, like one continuous photo album.