Imagine finding a beautiful pebble. Smooth, maybe with flecks of crystal through it.
Loved for what it is.
Imagine if that pebble is sad because it feels so small; it used to part of a great cliff or a mountain, now it’s just sitting in someone’s back yard.
But you love the pebble for exactly what it is, as it’s the first time you’ve laid eyes on it.
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Doesn’t matter where we’ve come from and what we’ve been through, those that meet us and appreciate us are seeing the beautiful pebble.
Forget you used to be the mountain. Be what you are, and others will love you for it x
thoughtsonthebus
15 stops. 40 minutes. each day.
Month: October, 2014
October 18, 2014
October 13, 2014
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Photography.
Everyone does it these days, with their phones, their go-pro’s,
the camera Aunt Jean bought them for Christmas.
Why do we feel such a drive to capture, lock-away moments?
Today I was reminded.
I arrived at the church 10min before the service started,
made my way up the steps where I was greeted at the door by 2 people handing out the Memorial Service book.
I couldn’t look at the front of it,
the grief had yet to hit me, and I wasn’t prepared to look upon the face I would never see animated again.
I flipped the booklet over, and there it was.
A family photo I’d taken at a party she’d asked me to attend.
Her face of such joy with her husband, their 4 kids.
Happy, smiling, embracing each other the way close families do.
A moment i’d captured, with a single 250th of a second shutter speed,
one of a hundred images I took that day.
This.
This is why I shoot.
This is why I am a photographer.
So that those tiniest of moments can become most treasured when those we love are gone.
I’m honoured by every friend, every friend-of-a-friend, every client that hires me.
Because I know,
that when your house burns down,
you grab the photos.
To be able to give the gift of love captured, is the most precious gift of all.
x
thoughtsonthebus 