Driving back from a family session this past weekend, I had an overwhelming feeling of being grateful. Grateful that I was given the opportunity to be surrounded by the love of two families who were having their photo's taken together. Grateful to witness the love between the family members and incredibly grateful... for being trusted to help them make future memories together.
And then... I was overtaken by an overpowering feeling of guilt...
My father died of cancer a few years ago and now... when I try and find some photo's of us together, I struggle.
More than ever... I'm thankful to my mother for always taking her camera everywhere we went and for taking photos of everything we did... even though we ALWAYS used to moan about it.
I thought that my passion for photography stemmed from the hobby I so loved to do with my father whilst being mesmarised by his beautiful retro Pentax camera. But... I have come to realise that my love for photography stems from much deeper than the joy of making photo's. It stems from the importance of capturing the moment... and saving it... forever.
My mother used to hang the whole house full of family images and she made 'collages' of them all down our corridor. I used to stand there for hours, just smiling and looking at the photo's and I would then make as though I was just 'passing through' when she caught me looking.
My mother had a bowl (somewhere in the house) where I was allowed leave all my rolls of film from my 'adventures' with my friends which I so liked to document.
Each month, she would pick between 2-5 to develop (I think that bowl full of film must still be somewhere as I can't think that she ever developed all the images I made).
The excitement of opening the envelope of photos when she brought them home and then showing them to everyone at school... was one of the highlights of my childhood. I was well known amongst my friends as the one who always photographed everything we did :)
THANK YOU to my mother who taught me the value of appreciating the love you have... and mostly... thank you for taking these photo's of me and dad on our last ever holiday together... as sadly my father passed away 3 months after these photos were taken...
Life is too short.... LOVE... LAUGH... and BE KIND....