This past week has been very hectic with work, family and photographic endeavors, but my thoughts have become occupied more and more with a friend who is terminally ill. My friend isn’t the closest, but we shared two great passions… dogs and photography. We would talk and share a good laugh at the dog park. Over time we learned that we both shared a deep interest in photography and eventually my friend joined a local photo club that I had been a member of for a few years. We crossed paths more in the dog park than at any other time and I’ve slowly become aware how much I’ve missed our conversations. I spoke with her just the other day to let her know how I and my wife were thinking of her. Her voice weak and faint, my heart sank. My friend likely won’t survive the next week or two and I’ve been thinking about the frailty of life ever since talking to her. In time I will only have her photographs to remember her by. Moments of time and fading memories. Clearly photographs have a greater meaning and value over time. Things that are here one day are gone the next whether its people, animals, cultures or landscapes. The world we live in is built on a cycle of life and death and for that we all struggle to cope. Interesting how photography has intertwined itself into all our lives as we all, even if subconsciously, grapple with this fact of life.
My thoughts are with you Barbara.