This first pass keeps the captions honest, lets the images breathe, and treats the archive as material for a future family desk rather than a pile of uploads.
A pataphysical family atlas built from one unruly folder and a boy called Dave Jr.
Not a neutral gallery. Not a cold database. A bright proof-sheet salon for father-and-son evidence, Villanova weather, sleep-heavy domestic grace, and the gentle bureaucratic miracle of naming things before they vanish.
The duplicates are folded away so the room reads like an edit, not an export.
Your son is the emotional anchor, which is why the named files lead the composition.
The father-and-son images stay explicit so the archive starts with recognisable truth.
Poster logic, not gallery logic
The first screen behaves like a cover: one big emotional claim, then a controlled spill of proof.
Named frames first
Files with human names carry the warmth, while the Facebook hashes recede into the archive layer.
Private by temperament
The design can mature into a family-only desk, but this test page already gives the photographs dignity.