In a blog entry about BlogSavannah, a person remarked about a picture I took of him getting some coffee. I left him a comment telling him that the picture may mean something to someone one day.

I have found that since my mother has died, I've been taking a lot of a photos in my life. When she died, I realized all I have left of her is memories. Photographs are part of those memories. On my dresser, I have copies of some digital photos I took of my mother and father after we got our first digital camera. On my laptop, I have a picture of her eating spaghetti. The look on her face is that she was not happy that Hai, a family friend, took that picture. However, I love that picture. It's not the best picture of her, but it's her. It's her in her house enjoying dinner. It's her in her element. Another photo I have of my mother, which I want to print, is one of Graysie suckling on her ear. It was a site to see, and I can no longer see that, except in this photograph.

My father doesn't mind me taking all these pictures. I think he understands my need for taking them. I've also let up on allowing myself to be photographed. What I may deem a horrible picture might mean something to someone in the future. All my candid shots area way to preserve a memory. So if you see me with my camera, don't hide. Let me take that shot. Let me remember the good and the bad.

[♪ Listening to: "She's All I've Ever Had" - Ricky Martin]

Posted by Shawn at January 27, 2007 10:31 PM in Memories.