Just needed to share this with someone. I family friend and client just stopped in and handed me three printed photographs and asked if I could scan them and then edit them to crop out and make pretty the mother in the shot. You see, the mother had just died and they needed a photo for the obituary and funeral home. They did not have a good one of her, and they really wanted me to make her like they remembered her. [The tears are welling up as I type this.]
How humbling is it to know that in a person's most saddest moment that they come to you in need. Desperate to have their last memory made into a good one. I did what I could, I did my best. I made the pictures into something that they could make a 11x14 of and that those friends and family members could look upon and say; "Ya, that was her." How is it, that in times of sorrow that a simple picture made pretty makes all the difference to those who loved them? And how is it that someone like me is entrusted to make that a reality. To make a difference in so many lives in a time of grief. I'm just a humble photographer who knows how to manipulate an image. I am nothing, but yet I can make a lasting memory. How humble that is. Am I really worthy of such a privilege? I am just grateful and humble that I can be of service to my friend. This moment has given me a new outlook on what I do and can do. The impact to others. I am still crying.
In a different moment; over the summer we did a wedding and about a week or two after the bride's mother came to us to tell us that they were so thankful that at her daughter's wedding we had taken so many good pictures of her father, as he had just passed away. Dawn and I knew that he was sick, so we made it a point to take a lot of images of him. Just another example of the impact our images can have on an individual, a family and a group of people. I blogged about that moment Here.
We, as photographers, are blessed and burdened with the responsibility of capturing moments in time. Memories of precious happenings. Slices of time to be remembered for all eternity and passed on as family heirlooms. Think about that. Something that will be passed on from parent to child, from parent to child for the entire lineage of the family. What a lasting impression. How I do not tremble every time I put the camera to my eye, I can not say. We are, truly in a profession that will not only last, but will make a difference in peoples lives. I really am not worthy of that responsibility, and hope that God grants me the ability to perform my duties.