1....2.....3.... Smile.
For those of you that know me you know I love to take pictures. I love the sound of the shutters opening and closing. I love the thrill of finding out if your picture turned out how you wanted it. I even love sharing my photos. I've always had a dream of having my own photography studio but, I've never really been able to explain why I loved taking pictures so much... Until this weekend.
Just over two months ago I lost someone who was very special to my heart..my grandma. When she passed I thought that all I had left of her (or my grandfather who passed over 6 years ago) were the faint memories that I had stuffed away in the back of my head. For as long as I can remember anytime someone pointed a camera at either my grandpa or grandma they would both say "I wouldn't point that camera at me I'd hate for it to break when you took my picture" or something to that effect anyway. And then when you did take their picture they would get frustrated. So no. I never had any pictures of my own to remember them by.
My heart broke when I realized that I would have to remember my grandparents based off of my horrible memory. I had this fear that one day I would forget them. I would forget what they looked like, how they lived, and how they loved each other and their family. I couldn't stop thinking about how they devoted so much of their time to me and they did not deserve to be forgotten (at least not by me).
Then this past weekend while my family and I was cleaning up around my grandparents house I went through some old photo albums. I bet you can already guess what I found! Old pictures of my grandparents from somewhere between their 30's-50's. The rest of that night I couldn't stop smiling. Finding those pictures meant so much to me. It was like I found all these memories that I never even knew existed.
That night I realized why I loved photography. For me its not about the fancy tools to make your pictures look pretty (although I do love me some good Photoshop tutorials), or the satisfaction you get when someone praises your picture. It's about making memories that last a life time (literally). the satisfaction is about giving someone that moment to hold on to and cherish for the rest of their life. My happiness comes from knowing that maybe one day one of my pictures will bring someone joy of having a memory that they never even knew existed.
Before I end this post, I would just like to say Thank you to whomever captured these moments of my grandparents. These moments you have captured have relieved some of the pain that lived in my heart and you have eased the thoughts of forgetting who my grandparents were. So Thank you!.
I hope everyone had a great Easter weekend! Until next time,
-Kay
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