Last Sunday my husband and I settled into the couch to catch up on a little Downtown Abbey, the scene below is getting me through the brutal NYC winter we’re having:
Since we were doing a DVR catch up I’m not quite sure of the episode but Mrs. Hughes had gifted a framed picture to Mr. Carson of a long ago love. He reluctantly accepted her gift and then said, “The business of life is the acquisition of memories, in the end that’s all there is”.
That really hit me hard. I know the value of photography in my professional and my personal life. I feel that value deepest when a client loses a loved one and calls to ask for prints or files. They always let me know how grateful they are to be able to tangibly hold those joyful memories through the images we created.
It has been said that music is the closest thing we have to a universal language. I think photography could give music a run for it’s money. Photography is definitely the closest thing we have to a lineage language.
My grandmother turned 90 last August, she is more dramatic than any Downton character. No joke. While her memory is becoming more fuzzy she is taking daily pleasure in looking through old pictures. I believe her collection is bringing her back to a more joyful time and showcasing all she’s acquired in this life.
These are a couple of my favorites.
My grandmother leading the pack in Brooklyn post WWII immigration. My grandfather is on the left with my mother in his arms. My great grandmother is far right, her spouse and sons all perished in the Holocaust.
So after 20 years of taking pictures I’m continually reminded of the importance of photography. It gives us proof that life happened, it holds the moment and the joy. Through our images we communicate beyond words.
I already cherish this image, my grandmother and I at my wedding last September. Photo credit Erin Turner Photography.
My advice for what it’s worth: take more pictures this year, have more pictures taken. Keep acquiring all the beauty of this life in it’s tangible form.