Photography started out as a hobby for me, mostly because I became the father of the most beautiful little girl. It has only recently become a “business.” This weekend it became a form of therapy. Shooting two high school football games helped me get over a tough week.
In my other job as a “social worker,” I run into a lot of sad situations. On Friday, I attended the funeral of a 4-year-old boy who died in a tragic accident. At the start of the memorial service, an approximately 8 minute slide show was played. It contained photographs of this child with his parents and brother captured during a way-too-short period of time on this earth. Other than the songs being played, the only sounds you could hear were sniffles from a church packed with crying adults.
I tweeted the lesson I learned that day: Photographs. Cherish them because sometimes that’s all you have left.