Photographer Stefano Castro places his family in the front row, their backs to us as a mariachi band fills the night, faces abstracted by motion. The scene leans on aural memory, a celebration carried by association, and the steady comfort of being surrounded, of showing up together. An oversized 80 floats behind the musicians in honor of a new octogenarian, a clear understanding that longevity, like most things that matter, deserves a full band, not a solo act. Send this to the elder who never turned down the volume on living, and never asked the room to either.