This tends to be a pretty emotional time of year for me. The three-month stretch between October and December marks several anniversaries. Defining moments. For starters, it was ten years ago that I left briefcases and courtrooms behind for camera bags and studios. I think that anyone who says that they've "never looked back" after making such a monumental change is either getting a little too dramatic with their bio, or is just better than I am at compartmentalizing the past. My past got me to my present-- and will hopefully do the same for my future. How can I not look back from time to time and reflect-- or even question it on the bad days? As for other autumn milestones, it's been fourteen years since I married WAY out of my league and embarked on one of Life's greatest adventures. Unfortunately, though, this is also when I have to pause and remember my father, whom I lost to cancer four years ago this week.
While my dad was not a professional photographer, he was extremely talented with a camera. I still go through his photos every so often, looking for inspiration or reminiscing about the countless hours we spent in the darkroom when I was a kid. But in addition to all of the hats he wore-- husband, father, dentist, friend, photographer-- he was also one of the most charitable men I've ever known. He was never flashy about it. It wasn't about recognition. He knew what he was doing, and that was enough for him. He didn't hide his generosity, but he didn't advertise it either. It was more for their dignity than his own, that he'd often give in such a way that the recipients of his kindness never knew the source. Click to continue ›