It's been a big week for me. Lots of changes and lots of things going on. God gave me a bit of perspective last weekend on a visit to one of my favorite places in the world.
Blake and I visited my grandparents out in the Texas hill country this past week after shooting a wedding in San Antonio. We laughed, we ate, we joked - which are many of the reasons I love my grandparents so dearly. Each time I visit my grandparents, I take time to go sit in the guest room and look through our family photo albums (this time was with Blake). We looked through my grandma's years at Baylor (sic 'em!) and my granddad's years at A&M. I've been looking through these simple black and white pictures since I was a kid and I can't seem to get them out of my head when I'm out creating images with my camera. They have really made an impression on how I approach what I do.
They are timeless. They are precious. They captured my grandparents' hearts and I cherish them. Everyone has these pictures tucked around the house somewhere. Take some time to pull them out and look at why
we take pictures.
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="1200" caption="My great-grandmother, Marie. My namesake. "][/caption]
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="1200" caption="My great-grandfather is on the far left in our family's tailor shop in Rising Star, TX. "]
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="1200" caption="My grandfather was and is the coolest guy I know (right up there with Blake)."]
I like to think that this was my grandma's first day at Baylor -- "Move In Day 1950" if you will?