Why do we do this and how I came to talk about it today. A man that I love dearly passed away. He loved to fish, loved his family, fought for his country. I spent a lot of time with him in a boat. I wish I remembered our conversations more, but I think I was to busy trying to catch a bigger fish than him. He always seemed to catch the bigger fish. He always had more patience to wait for the big one. He helped teach me to fish, taught me a who the Wood men were and what has made us all tick for generations. I got a call from my Cousin today to let me know that my Uncle had passed today. I know he is in a better place, we had talks about it, it’s one of the thing’s all the Wood males could agree on.
I was left to reflect some today. To remember. I took comfort in the images I have taken over the years of him. There is one in particular I have loved of him since I took it years ago, before I did this for a living. Have you ever seen someone you have not seen for a few years. They may be older, heavier, skinnier than the last time you saw them. If you think of that person do you have an image of them. This is the image the way I remember him. Not younger or older, just as he was, doing one of the things he loved to do.
Images like this are important. When someone passes away or a moment is gone it will never come to be again. We are left with memories and if we are really lucky an image. I believe Angie and I were meant to be photographer’s. Our college degrees, the jobs we held before, the people we have met all lead us to here. To this place. Photographers all have different reasons why they choose the camera. For us it’s a calling, our purpose. It’s important and I just hope we are able to catch images for others that mean as much as this photograph does to me.
