When I think long & hard about my passion for photos & life in general; I can trace
a lot of my passion & feelings to when I lost my dad. I learned a hard lesson when I was young that
those you love & adore can be gone anytime. Even though you think tragedy could never happen
to you, it can. Recently I had a bride write me an email and tell me that she had suddenly lost her
grandmother (shortly after her wedding) and that the picture I took of the two of them together has
given her much joy & peace. It’s the moments that matter, and it warms my heart & is a huge honor
for me to think that I have a small part to play in preserving those memories, those moments for you.
I look back at Rockwell’s newborn photos of me & his dad grinning from ear to ear at him & I hardly
remember him so small–but when I look at those photos, I am instantly taken back to that place in time,
those feelings, those smells, those days. Memories are amazing things.
I was watching this photo of California photographer Dane Sanders (who is fabulous!!) and the video
just hit home with me. I can see that him and I’s passion comes from the same place–the soul & the heart.
We love what we do because we know how powerful memories are. Check it out.
p.s. This is me & my dad when I was about 5. He passed away a long time ago--this weekend. I will be
thinking of him & treasuring precious memories. (he looks like hes napping & I look cranky :)