I’ve lost count how many times I’ve started to write this post in the last week, only to delete it, start over and delete that too. The words were stuck or the ones that did flow, didn’t feel “right.” The list of excuses are endless as to why I couldn’t write. The truth is, sometimes it’s hard to put into words the things that matter the most. To “put yourself out here”, to be vulnerable. So here goes nothing…
I have a love/hate relationship with November. It’s a crazy busy time for us, taking portraits and getting orders filled for our clients in time for the holidays. There are sleepless nights as we design holiday cards and prep orders. There are delivery days and countless trips to the post office. All of this, I love. It’s also a month that fills me with great sadness. One that sets me on edge and makes all the little things seem huge. This I hate.
This is Pete. My karate dad. One of the most people influential people in my life. I am who I am today in part, because of him.
When I was asked to speak at his funeral, I was honoured. Then, I literally spent hours sitting on my bed writing. Trying to capture, in words, how amazing he was. Sure, he had his faults, as we all do, but he had a heart of gold and I miss him terribly. They say that time heals all wounds. I don’t agree. It dulls the edges. It makes it possible to remember the good. But the scar, it’s always there.
So you may be asking yourself…what exactly does this have to do with photography. It’s really quite simple. In the 18 years that I knew Pete, I can count on one hand the number of photographs that we have together. We both hated to be photographed, so it just never happened. This I regret. Photographs are a powerful thing. They help us to remember. They keep memories alive. They tell stories.
So today’s tip…just take it. No matter how much you hate it. Just take the photograph. You never know how much it may mean to someone when you’re gone.