You might say that my life has been one lived out of a suitcase. Between the ages of 5-18yrs I lived in 9 states and attended 14 schools. I was not a military brat but I had the brat part down pretty well. My mother sold real estate and wherever it was selling..we were going..FAST.
In high school (that was the 14th school).. I picked up a camera and started clicking away and thought I would be the next Ansel Adams. Images play a bigger part in our lives than many people realize and this is confirmed for me when I think about the most powerful moments in my life. My first bike sitting in front of the Christmas tree, my mother laughing, my grandmother playing the piano, my grandfather eating popcorn in his chair, my wife saying "I do"....we all have a long list of "images" stored away in the corners of our brain.
As I shuffle through stacks of old family photos and the images I have captured myself with my trusty Nikon, I am reminded of the friend photography has been over the years. A camera has allowed me step back to step back in time and sit still with the smile of a lost friend or family member. A captured image with the click of a camera has caused tears of laughter to fall down my cheeks..time and time again. Why are most of our favorite photos hidden deep in a box and forgotten about? I think I'll open a photo album or two when I get home and visit an old friend hidden deep in a cardboard box.
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