The Miracle of Photography
I don’t know about you, but I most definitely take photos for granted. I whip out my phone, take a few (ok, a billion) shots of my kids on the swings, turn my phone off when they start fighting (eye roll), and then put it in the back of my mind for a long time. At least until my phone reminds me that I am plum OUT of storage, which prompts me to download them onto my computer where, once again, it goes in the back of my mind for a while. I’m as guilty as anyone and photography is my life!
Then a moment comes along and all of a sudden the photos ARE ALL YOU HAVE LEFT. We lost my grandmother in January. She was as much a part of me as my own limbs. She was my second mother growing up. She held me through childbirth when my husband couldn’t be here for his military job. I miss her so much I can barely breathe.
Think about most of our world’s history. Moms have existed as long as time has existed, but cameras have only been on the scene for a relatively short time. It has only been about 6 generations of us who have been able to physically see images of our precious little ones – the rest never had that opportunity. They only had their memories to rely on. What if that was you? Would you be able to remember exactly what your baby used to look like? Even if so, would you remember the little things? I sure wouldn’t!
Ironically I’m a photographer and I tend to be the most guilty ut it helps me to know that I was born into a time with this great blessing and miracle.
Right above my desk is a photo of my oldest when she was a day old, and she was grasping my grandfather’s finger with her teeny hand.