This past Sunday, my grandparent's house was burned to the ground. However, this was not a tragic event. It was a planned burn executed by the local fire department. The house had been damaged by the recent flooding, and the homestead land would be much more marketable without the structure. I understand. Sometimes things just need to go. Still though, all I can say is that it was WILD to see this picture my uncle took of the house where I remember playing on the floor while everybody watched football, or sitting on laps at the table where I watched the grown-ups play Pinochle:
Last year I was forwarded this image of the SAME house and I am just amazed at the amount of time one house can be in one family. That little boy? That's my grandfather.
I am constantly reminding my clients that shots that seem ordinary now, grow with meaning over the years. I joke with my family portrait clients that "if you've got a cute porch, it's mandatory I take a family photo of you on it." But I'm starting to think cute porches aren't even mandatory anymore--we should all have a shot like this in front of the house.
What’s in a Camera Bag for Beginners
6 months ago