After we returned from our sons' high school graduation ceremony last night, I pulled the memory card from the E-M5 and started copying the pictures to my MacBook Pro. Theresa warmed up a pot of soup she had made earlier, and we each had a bowl with a glass of wine.
We were both thinking about the events of the evening. The boys were so happy. We were so proud. Theresa set down her spoon and looked at me.
"Have I told you how thankful I am for the pictures you make?"
I looked back at her, "I think so. But this is really a good time to say it again. Thank you."
We then relocated to the couch and started to relive the moments of the evening, frame by frame.
"Is that the picture you're going to choose of us?" she commented about one group shot.
"I love it," I replied.
"But it looks like I'm talking, and Max too."
"But it has great energy. And everyone looks so present. It just sums up the moment for me."
Theresa smiled and we moved on to the next photo. We'll probably discuss my shot selection more later.
If I ever begin to think that this was all just a dream, I have these pictures to remind me otherwise. The images we've collected of two boys growing up, and their family around them, capture virtually every milestone in their lives.
In a couple months, they'll both be leaving for college. One goes to Santa Barbara and the other to Santa Clara. This will be a big change for their mom. She has given every ounce of energy to raise these kids.
And the change will be dramatic for me too. I won't be there to document the next phase. I know that's the way it should be. But I'm going to miss them.
Even though it's my work, photography is very personal for me. I've seen so many wonderful things through the lens of my camera.
But my favorite subject of all,
has been watching Max and Zach become young men.