It’s Tuesday, so it’s time for my weekly blogging group to post what we’ve been talking about this week. Our topic is “favorite photos,” and I’ve been scratching my head for the past few days trying to figure out what to write for this. There are so many beautiful images in this world and so many talented photographers, how can I possibly choose my favorites?!? Then it hit me late last night — I’m going to take this opportunity to write a personal post about why photography is important to my life.
For awhile now, the photos that have meant the most have not been the ones that I have taken and they haven’t even been ones that my idols Lindsey Adler, Sue Bryce, or Kirsty Mitchell have composed, but rather two boxes full of beautiful, antiqued family snap shots of my family. Some of these are dated back to the early 1950’s and the most recent ones that I have are from when I was too young to hold a memory.
These images, which are far from technically perfect, mean the world to me. Not only are they beautiful because of how the film has aged over the years, but they provide a window to how my Dad and his brothers and sister behaved as young children, how completely stunning my Grandmother was as a young woman, what my great-great-grandparents looked like, and how a world 60+ years ago existed.
Before I start to tear up while writing this little post, I encourage everyone to gather your family together to take at least one family portrait sometime soon. It doesn’t matter who you hire to be your photographer, just that you document your family today and that you can hold that image in a tangible form for many years to come.
Just imagine, 60+ years from now, your great-great-granddaughter will know who you are and be able to put a face to your name.
If you have a minute, travel around my group’s blog ring and check out what everyone posted today about their favorite photos. Start with my friend and amazing photographer, Karen of Karen Cooley Photography in Philadelphia, by clicking here.