Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Snapshots

As a former photojournalist, I never much cared for snapshots. I still don't, really.  They often feel so contrived; so forced.

I think that I fought it too much. Sometimes a snapshot is all you need.  It won't fill four columns of newshole (which is so often what daily photojournalism is relegated to -- filler).

It can, however, be a bounty of love.


A snapshot can show us the embarrassment of riches we have, drawn on the bank of love. And until now, I may not have ever realized it.



I don't believe in luck, but I am fortunate. My wealth far exceeds any dollar value I could ever show on either side of a balance sheet. 

It's hard to imagine how life ever felt complete before I had my amazing and beautiful wife, and my boys. Especially my boys.