August 9, 2016 at 7:23 pm #3282
As a freelance photographer it is not unusual that my computer and external hard drive contains several thousand images. To a stranger they might not mean a whole lot, but behind the scenes I believe each image contains a myriad of emotions. Whether it is one of my own personal family images or one from an assignment such as the first kiss of a bride and groom, each photo holds a special meaning to someone. That special meaning of life is frozen in time, and I often smile when looking at photos from the past. It wasn’t until recently I realized the power of a smile.
Usually while photographing I find myself escaping my own reality and slipping into another’s. With that comes a sense of privilege and joy, and at times heartache. Life is full of the beautiful and unexpected. I have always enjoyed and am grateful being able to capture some of life’s greatest moments, those that last but a fraction of a second. My nerves are often eased by my pure appreciation for life. Despite having a bit of the artist’s curse, which means I am often striving for perfection, I have always carried a strong belief in God. His gift of life is has been the very essence of my work. What I never imagined was that I would have the opportunity to witness his grace first hand. Perhaps it was being at the right place at the right time (with my lens in tow) or perhaps it was a glimpse into something bigger?
On the morning Wednesday, November 27th, 2013 I set forth to fulfill an obligation I had committed to at a local retirement and nursing community. Since it was a day off from my full-time job I opted to bring my best little assistant, my three-year old daughter Madison, (aka Maddie). I was optimistic that her animated charisma, platinum pigtails, big blue eyes, and cherry smile would be instrumental with bringing out the natural delight of our golden friends. The photos I was asked to take were for the “Wall of Fame”, which is designated to honor each of the residents. We were hoping to add additional images to the wall that would display them in a candid and natural demeanor. These images would be on display for visitors and family members to see.
I was truly excited (and nervous) when agreeing to the job and my connections to the retirement inspired me even more to fulfill the request. My first connection is that my best friend works there. She has been the Volunteer Coordinator of the grounds for the past ten years, which is ironic because it is also where she and I began volunteering when we were twelve. Having both been exposed the contributions and volunteer service of our mothers we were intrigued and wanted to do something. After over twenty years of being best friends, I recognize it now as an incredible and innocent way in which our friendship grew.
My second connection is that my grandmother spent her last years there. She was a spitfire, much like my own daughter. Small, yet fierce and the ice-blue eyes that make you want to know more. She and I had shared a special connection.August 17, 2016 at 7:26 pm #3283
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