A Little History
Each Moment is a Memory
You know that song “Seasons of Love” from the play Rent. They start off by saying there are 525,600 minutes in a year. The first time I saw this I was like, “yeah right” but then I went home and did the math and turns out they were right. There I was with my calculator in hand, sitting dumbfounded on the floor of my apartment wondering where my year had gone.
at the time I was working for as a photographer but I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a picture just for myself. I had no way of looking back on what I had done that year. It was all gone. I made a vow that I wouldn’t let that happen again.
Still it wasn’t until we were cleaning out the basement of my dad’s house after it flooded when I realized the real significance of what I do.
My dad found some pictures of my mother who had died when I was 16. These were pictures I had never seen from before I even existed and she was beautiful. Yet the picture that struck me was one where she was posed in what I consider one of my signature poses. We looked just alike and it was like I had found a new connection to my mother.
This is why I love photography. It isn’t about the weight you think you need to lose or the hair that falls out of place. I wasn’t worried about how clear my mother’s skin was or did she have on the right outfit. She was simply amazing sitting there with her looking back at me and speaking to my soul. She was telling me that no matter what we are one. That is the beauty of a photograph. In one instant is can bring a person to life right before your eyes and that is why I do what I do. So someday some other person can have a moment like I did and that you can look back and remember the seasons of not just your year but your life.