A little bit of a different post from me today. 8 years ago today, my mother lost her battle with Pancreatic Cancer at the age of 58. I’m surprised by how much time has passed and how much has changed in my life. I also feel the big hole in my world a little bit more on days like this. What does this have to do with photography? What does it have to do with travel and adventure? Bear with me as I try and make the connection.
Each year when Mother’s Day, Mom’s birthday or this morose day comes along, I typically go in search of a photo to post to social media and say something about that “anniversary”. It seems like each time, I post the same few photos over and over again. I just keep rotating the same ones. Each time, I wish I had more!
I wonder, do we ever have enough photos of those we love? Kind of like time, there never seems to be a point when we say, “Nope, I’m good, got enough”.
People have been recording time through images for thousands of years. From cave drawings, to oil paintings, to tin type photos, SLR cameras and now digital cameras, we know the stories, people and places due in part to the images and the art that is left behind. We tell the story of our individual and collective history.
My mom loved to travel, she loved being outdoors and she loved to take snapshots of the places she went. She had a passion for writing and loved to write about her little adventures. I’m blessed to have those stories on paper and her photos in a box now that she is gone. I find it interesting that it was after she was gone, I got serious about going more places, found my passion for photography and now I’m even writing about it. I guess we do end up turning into our parents as we get older. 🙂 I’d like to think she’s smiling on me and saying, I told you so.
So, my friends, get out there and record those memories. Document those places and create your art. It doesn’t matter much what you use to do it. Don’t be shy about being in front of the camera either. Someday, your posterity will thank you. I hope that sometime (way off) in the future, when I am gone, my kids and grandkids will know who I was through my photographs, writing and art.
Miss you, Mom. Love you always.