Strangely enough I realized I wanted to photograph weddings at a funeral. Grandpa Joe had just passed. At the family gathering, I was sitting on the floor looking through the old family album. This was the album he showed us every year when we would visit for the holidays. Whenever he would bring out that album his eyes would light up as if it was the first time, every time.
The pages were made up of solid black paper. Black and white photos of various squared sizes were taped on. Written on the back of each photo were names and dates written in cursive. Dates and smiling faces of people long gone graced the pages, including his beloved Ethel to whom he was married to for over 60 years.
As I stared at their wedding photos I hardly recognized them. So young, so happy. It put a smile on my face during a time when sadness prevailed. It was then that it hit me that we no longer would have those Christmases together, but we would always have the album along with our memories.
I ended up inheriting Grandpa Joe’s vintage Kodak camera that he took many of the photos with that are in the album. It sits in a prominent place in my living room and in my heart. I take the photos that I do for the future generations. My only hope is that my images bring a lifetime of happiness and beyond for you and your family.
A focus on love…
Portrait photo by the lovely David Sno.