March
Sometimes things are hard to put into words, but I can try and show you how I feel...I guess that is why I like photography.
I took this a few hours after getting word that Dad had weeks, possibly days to live. If you don't know, he had been suffering for a while from Parkinson's and Dementia. It is hard to loose someone slowly, and I felt that part of me was fading away with him. I wanted to capture that somehow in an image. This was going to be my test shot to see if my idea worked. I had been thinking of it for a while, taking two images and putting them together to create one image, which involved using different settings and movement. I didn't have the energy to go back and try again. So here is the raw form of my idea, I think it perfectly shows my emotion of that day and the sentiment of my overwhelming emotions, in their raw form.
Dad passed three days later.
May
My camera collection! Jared bought me two of these. I bought one online that says "MADE IN USSR" on the bottom and one I bought in a quant little antique store, the oldest one that was made in the 1940's. One of them was given to me by a second cousin that I recently became acquainted with. But most of these cameras were given to me by Dad. I only recently found out that he had them. Some of them were my grandfathers too which is always fun to know when I load them up with a roll of film.
More of Dad is in this photo. His photo is in the locket ring that I am wearing that was my grandmas. And strong memories are tied to the telephone pole insulators that are on the table. One is hidden. We would walk the railroad tracks by grandma and grandpas house and find them out there just laying on the ground. I have carried them with me throughout my life and those priceless memories as well.