I love photography. . .
I love the art of it.
I love the creativity of it.
I love the technology behind it.
But what I realized the other day, and most important of all, I love the emotion and history that photographs provide. . . the heart of it.
I shot a couple several years ago on their wedding day. They are a wonderful couple who couldn't have been more complimentary of the images I gave to them.
A few days ago, the bride lost her Grandfather, who was possibly her favorite person in the world. She had a special relationship with him. It was evident when you looked at how they acted towards each other. . . unquestionable love.
I can relate to this myself because my grandmother and I had a special relationship as well. To this day, I can't describe it, but there was just something a little extra special. We just "got" each other. She passed away many years ago, but there is rarely a day that I don't have a thought about her.
Anyway, a few days ago, when this bride lost her most special Grandfather, she shared a post "Goodbye Zadie" on Facebook. It was a way to tell all she knew , just what he meant to her and the bond they had.
Accompanying her post, was one photo. . . one that I was able to capture on her wedding day.
The fact that of all images, it was one of mine that she sought out, solidified to me why I do what I do.
I'm so sorry for her loss, but I'm so thankful she has that image to remember him by.
We will always have our memories, but over time, they fade. Images last forever.