"Our pictures are our footprints. It's the best way to tell people we were here." ~ Joe McNally
We are flying to Phoenix and then driving two hours up to the high desert for our mom’s 80th birthday. Wow! Eighty years young and she is still kicking ass and taking names. We leave tomorrow and we are very excited to see mom, step-dad, uncle, and all their friends. I'm looking forward to spending time with my sister too.
Going through my usual pre-trip dilemma, in addition to deciding what clothes, I always think a lot about what camera and/or lenses to bring. I actually thought about not bringing a camera this time. Then I thought maybe I should bring my Fuji X100s instead of my Canon 7D. Then I came to my senses. What the heck? I am a photographer. This is what I do. This is my jam – as they say. Of course, I’m going to bring my Canon aka my right arm. What was I thinking? And then I reminded myself why we are going in the first place and why I MUST bring my big camera; Our mother is turning EIGHTY.
Also, I am a documentarian. If that is what you call someone who takes a lot of pictures and refers back to them often to remember where and/or what we did when. Yeah, that’s what I am too.
I know, I say I’m a photographer but, I haven’t picked up my Canon in a week except to take out the CF card to download photos. I took a few photos with my phone but nothing I want to share. Looking through my archives, I did come across the photo below I took five years ago with my iPhone 4. Then I edited it on my iPhone 6.
|I call this one Luck. I got lucky when I saw the scene happening as I was driving down the road. I love this photo. So glad I stopped and captured it before the man walked all the way past the building.|
Post a Comment