My grandpa gave me an all-manual, black & silver minolta film camera (remember those?!) for christmas when I was 12. For years, I would pick up the camera in spurts, some short, some long. It was the hobby I kept coming back to because it was fun . . . it was a diversion . . . it was a way to lose myself. . And then I became a mom.
I was so struck by how perfectly, painfully, deliciously beautiful these little beings were. And I was worried about forgetting. Not the big milestones, like first smiles and first steps, 'cause those tend to imprint themselves in your memory permanently. But the multitude of tiny moments . . . dad tickling daughter, a game of peek-a-boo through entryway glass, a toddler reaching down on unsteady feet to pick up a beloved toy.
And so, with children, photography became not just a hobby, it became a compulsion, a passionate endeavor to live and relive life FULLY. Photography was a way of
"savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second." [marc riboud, french photographer]
So here's what I think: EVERY family should have photographs of themselves, not just in one group picture looking at the camera (although I love those too), but in the everyday business of living. So here are a few from john and emma's home . . . my favorite is of louise hanging on to the doorknob (how many of us adults remember when doorknobs were at the height of our heads rather than our waists?!) as she reaches for her stuffed animal. What's your favorite?! ~kim