As I am an introvert, writing about personal things does not come naturally and this post has been a draft on paper and in my heart for a long time!
Stories, true and imagined, have fascinated me ever since I was a kid. I was a voracious reader and my mom actually had to limit how many books I could take out from the library at a time! We went once a week and my bag was always full.
My family teases me constantly about my love for the spoken word too – I talk a LOT about things I’m passionate about! I once sent my favorite uncle boxes of brownie mix and he replied back joking that at first he had thought it was my first manuscript! My uncle may have overestimated my skills a bit – I had at one time actually attempted to write “my first novel” but I never did get past chapter 1! I have learned over time that not only do I not particularly enjoy writing, but I am also not especially good at it.
My appreciation for good storytelling remained. I’ll never forget opening a love letter from my grandfather to my grandmother. He had a way with words and romance. I have one of the letters typed up and I rediscovered it recently. It brought tears to my eyes. That, coupled with photographs and verbal reminiscing from my dad, helped me piece together precious stories of the grandparents I had only briefly known.
Sifting through those treasures impressed upon me the importance of storytelling and story preservation, regardless of the method. I also began to realize that images had power. The only memories I had of being a small child were in my mom’s meticulously labeled photo albums. I too had a photo album and my mom would let me take the “outtakes” out of her albums and put them in mine.
High school arrived and I discovered scrapbooking and the phenomenon of being able to combine crafting and memory preservation. I planned each page with care, agonizing over the perfect paper choice and writing and rewriting my journaling. It wasn’t long before I realized that I was running out of good photos to scrapbook. (In my mother’s defense, I had become a lot less cute!)
(I recently discovered some unfinished pages.)
It was my turn to tell the stories, not just preserve them. I purchased my first digital camera with my own money. It was a Kodak Easyshare point and shoot and at just over $100, it was endowed with a whopping 3 megapixels! A whole new world had opened for me! With the click of a button, I was assured that we would remember the details. I rapidly outgrew that camera and purchased a bigger one, learning as I went. How I captured things became as important as what I was capturing.
College came and in the whirl of busy-ness, intense study, and grade upkeep, I lost some of the passion I had developed and a type of prideful contentment with where I was at took hold. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I humbled myself to begin learning again. With that came a renewed passion for photography and memory preservation – not just for myself but also for others!
I’ve been reminded over and over again of how essential it is to remember the good things, the milestones, the families we have been blessed with. While there are many ways in which this is accomplished, photos are a powerful tool in that preservation.
In the near future I’m hoping to be able to share some ways that you can use the images you receive from your session both digital and printed.