Today, after months of silence on this blog, and before starting to write this past summer's weddings, I wanted to post something a little bit personal.
I remember when I was a child, my father ( who was working a lot .....) was spending part of his free time photographing us. My brothers and I have lots of pictures of us when we were little. I remember my very long and thick hair, and me playing with it while my dad was taking pictures. Now, when I see those images, I always have a little tear rolling on my face. My father is still with us, so is my mother, but they live 9,000 km away. Or should I say, we live 9,000 km away from them. Our choice to move to Canada is not the easiest when it comes to family.
Yesterday, I was wandering in my studio, going from my chair to the couch, from trying to concentrate on my computer to look around and moving things .....and my eyes stopped on this top shelf where the Mamiya is. It was looking at me, screaming take me in your hands, begging me to hold it, to blow the dust off of it's body.
As I stood up and reached at it, my mind started to wander away, back to my childhood and I became very emotional.
This camera, my dad's, is filled with memories, I took it to Germany when I was a teenager , twice actually, I shot churches with it, and empty fields, mountains and people, I remember one night, I slept with it, it was my safe place ..... I was giving the rolls of film to Gege, a friend of my Dad's who was developing them, I remember going to his apartment and looking at the magic happening as the images were appearing on those pieces of paper hanging on clotheslines .....
All that to say : hang on to your memories, keep those treasure deep inside and let them surface every once in a while, those pieces of our past are what makes us who we are today, and for me, they are what help me to go a little bit further every day.
Some days, I just need to remember where I'm from to think : the road is stretching right in front of us, and let's move forward to see what it holds, and in 15 or 20 years from now, may be I'll remember this Nikon I'm using today, and perhaps my son will be as well, having memories of him shooting dolphins while riding the boat on the Pacific Ocean.
My work is to create memories, and having them, being able to touch them, to watch them, is important.
Sometimes, when memories are all you have left, you need to hang on to them to help you to go through the day.
Photography is a form of keeping those memories alive, I love what I do because I know that every day I create a piece of memory for my clients.