My friend Becky Johnson, from Tampa, had some great thoughts the other night. She has graciously allowed me to repeat them here. She sums up what a great privilege we photographers have been given.
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From Becky…
“I felt the need to post this on my blog. I just wanted to share. I’ve had 2 Killians, so please forgive the sentimentality!
As I sit outside and enjoy a few beers, I watch the Westward breeze blow in a late Summer’s raincloud. It is dusk, so the only light is from the already set sun and the city’s amber glow. I start to ponder about the importance of what I do. About the gift that I had been given. How to tell a story with one second of life at a stop. One single moment, frozen.
I can keep you young.
I can make you live forever.
I can sway votes or opinions.
I can move entire countries into life altering decisions.
I can bring you monumentus amounts of joy.
I can make you cry.
I can alter a person’s way of thinking.
I can be the motivation or inspiration for one or one million minds.
Wow. What a great gift I have been given as a photographer. Use it wisely, use it willingly.”
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It is a gift. And now it feels a bit heavier.
