A time for everything.
*Blogger Note* I previously did not give credit where credit was due to my dear friend Elliott who knew I was having a bad day and that if he took me out to the farm to shoot things in the snow it would get my mind of things for a while. And he was right, it worked. Thank you Elliott, I dont know what I would do with out you.*
I’m sorry If you’ve been coming to my site only to see the same photos for the past week straight. I was on a vacation from life, and didn’t have much time to post.
My grandfather passed away last week, a complete surprise; he wasn’t sick at all. Needless to say this suddenly altered my plans for the week, and sent me into an unwelcome week long vacation from life as I know it. I spent a lot of time thinking, sitting, accepting well wishes from distant family members I barely remember. As I stood by his grave with the -6 degree wind chapping my tear stained face I thought about how I’d feel if someone were taking pictures of me; and for a second it really rocked my world. At first I thought it would make me angry. I understood all those people that have yelled at me to get out of their face in various moments of my brief attempt at learning this career. But then I looked down at the already wilting carnation the funeral director had pulled from the casket arrangement and handed to me. Flowers wilt. mine didn’t even make it through the hour drive home. Photos; they last forever. Grief is part of the beauty of life and if we cannot appreciate the saddest moments then we will never understand the happy ones. To document that; its necessary.
On a lighter note, my week has been intertwined with rather happy moments. I had a great day taking pictures in the snow, and spent a weekend surrounded by camera nerds like myself at KNPA. Overall, UK kids did pretty well in the contest. Listening to the judging was insane and I definitly learned a lot.
Heres a few photos from my snow day just so you dont think I dropped my camera off a bridge or something.
It’s weird how death can affect your life…I’m no photographer, but it’s kind of like looking at the world through a camera lens after you’ve been just walking through it for weeks. Everything seems to mean so much more. My grandfather died over the weekend. I’m about to go to the visitation tonight.
I think it’s interesting that you thought about taking pictures at a moment when it’s hard to focus on anything else but the casket in front of you… even though I’m no photographer (you should see the damage I can do with a disposable camera), I often think about what people are thinking when photographers are snapping away at some of the most emotional times of their lives. It’s interesting to think that photographers think about it, too. It’s always strange when we become the subjects of our own work.
Hope you’re doing better.
Im going to stop taking you places if you are not going to give me credit. It should say… My dearest friend in the world, Elliott Hess, knew I was having a bad day. He knew that if he took me out to the farm it would get my mind of things for a while. And he was right, it worked. Thank you Elliott, I dont know what I would do with out you.
xoxo,
Brit
Or something along those lines. Maybe not word for word.
Oh and good shot on the raccoon. Not bad for your first time with a bow. A kills a kill, even if you shot him in the foot and pinned him up against a tree and we had shoot him again in the head because he wasn’t dead. You should put those pictures up.
Dear god I hope you didn’t shoot that racoon.
First things first, Elliotts right, He did cheer me up that day. He speaks the truth.
And allie, lets just say it was a proud day for me. :)
but why…that poor raccoon…