DocAndersen
Well, the pictures today are a little vindication for me. Why? Because my father took the same snow pictures, I did. I guess since I learned from dad, it is only natural that I take pictures as he did. He taught me about framing. He taught me about composition. I don’t have the eye he had, but my daughter does. I see there are pictures in the ones my daughter takes. Funny how what seems to be lost when you realize I am not as good at photography as my father is, you realize your child is. Funny the skips a generation listing isn’t something you think about, but it is real. I love looking back on the images dad took and sharing them. I know dad was proud of his pictures.
But pride is interesting sometimes. It makes it hard for us to find a path to sharing. Pride it is said goes before the fall. Pride allows us to hide behind words. Pride allows us to hide in anger. I, my pride says, am justified in my actions. Pride allows offense, pride hides pictures in a box and never shows them to the world. What is the value of a picture never seen? They say each picture is worth 1000 words. How much for the picture never shared? The picture that lies in a dark box and no one ever views it? Does it lose words with each day stored? Pride is dangerous. It blankets us and hides us. Being proud of someone, on the other hand, is a gift.
I am proud of the pictures my father took. I am proud of all the lessons my father taught me. I am happy to share the pictures he took. Someday, I will go and edit the pictures. I am returning all to the correct angle an view. But for now, I cannot edit them. They passed from my father’s hands to a box in the garage of his house: sealed inst time, intrusion and possibly against being shared in a plastic tub. The tub over the years was damaged several times. Tape (brown) placed over the cracks. The lid cracked, Taped, sealed and then retaped again. Pictures never shared are empty frames. We wouldn’t take the time to hang empty picture frames in our house. So I share, as they are my father’s pictures.
There seems to be some kind of tracks wondering through the snow.
if you saw peanut shells it was my father, otherwise, it was a deer or a dog.
This is lovely and something I have never seen in person
Thanks Pam, Snow is always interesting
Your pride shines through each pst.
I truly wish I was 1/2 the photographer dad was. But thank yoU!