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Tag: 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 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.




other people say it better sometimes.

wise words.