I went home for Easter. Back to the log cabin I have often wrote about on this blog. While I was there I went back to visit my grandfathers grave, “Pa”. It was the first time I had made it there since he passed in October. He is buried next to my grandmother, Peg. She passed away at the young age of 47 of breast cancer. She died before I was born so when I heard my mom or Pa or my aunts and uncles talk about her I was all ears. I wanted to hear everything I could because what I heard was pretty cool. My Pa used to tell me about how they first met. He saw her across the room and could not help but to go ask her her name. My mom tells me that she used to make cakes in the shape of different animals for the kids birthdays and that she hated when my moms dresser drawers were messy.
The reason I tell you all of this is because I really feel that not getting the chance to meet her put a fire in me to document people in their real. Their real smile. Their real laugh. Their real personality. Their real love. I feel like I know her because of the photos other people took of her being real. So every time I am photographing one of our amazing clients, I want to photograph their real so that people can look at the photos and get as close as they can to who they really are. When I think about what single factor has shaped the style of my photography, this would be it.
Meet Peg. Doesn’t she look like so much fun?!?!
I also know the love that she shared with my Pa because someone took the time to photograph their real love.
So to all the photog’s out there, I encourage you to keep it real. What we do is so important to so many and for so many more to come.
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