There’s something personal on my heart that I’d love to share with you today. I read this morning about how we are “already more than halfway through the year,” but I admit that I feel like this year has had the impact that three years combined could have had. Suddenly, in the wake of losing my Mom, I am photographing differently.
At a wedding days after her passing, I saw a grandma dancing with her granddaughters. It hit me as I watched her smiling and twirling those little girls. Those moments are just precious as the big ones.
I always knew these moments were special, but now everything holds a bit more weight.
Now I don’t just take a few photos to capture the moment; I intentionally pause to see what the moment might bring. Maybe, within those 10 seconds, before I am back to the bride and groom, there is “THE SMILE” that only a grandma can have with a granddaughter. It’s so easy to rush by and only capture the “main subject,” but there may come a day when the main subject wishes for more photos of the ones who made them the main subject and “why” of their whole life.
This doesn’t mean I go out of my way or force anyone to have a photo taken they don’t want, but in the back of my mind, I am always trying to put myself in the bride’s shoes. Yes, she will treasure every photo of her and her groom, but I know that many will treasure every photo that captures the authentic love of their mother (or father)! And wow, do the moments go by fast.
“We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words — to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory