Photography; I certainly have an appreciation, for both, the art and the blessing of a captured, frozen in time, memory that photography can gift. It is a skill that has always lived in my bucket list, but sadly has never emerged.
Our oldest lives decades ahead of our youngest. This has truly shaken into me the understanding of how swiftly a child flees the nest. I could still smell the sweet new life and feel the soft waves of hair brush my cheek of the tiny ‘babe” I walked down the aisle and handed to the man she’d moments later call “husband”.
Photography snatches the fiercely fleeting moments that swirl about a bustling day and anchor them. Seeming to weight down and slow the trek of time ever so slightly.
This page bursts my heart. I am overwhelmed visiting each of these memories. Though their significance personal, I hope their warmth reaches you in some way. Enjoy!
