When I show up to a funeral or a celebration of life or a memorial of sorts with my camera in hand I’m always apprehensive as to what people must be thinking.
Do they see me and my camera as a plain ol’ weirdo? Do I come across callous? …I mean…what kind of person willingly shoots such a sad event?
I do apparently. Which means I always make a conscious effort to tiptoe my way around the embraces, the hugs, the exchanges of memories and the guttural tears of realizations that the loved one passed can no longer make more memories with us.
Capturing these kinds of moments are important to me and I hope those of us still breathing and missing are able to see the care and consideration put into each image.
A friend, an amazing artist and bad-ass veteran I was lucky to know, passed shortly before Christmas. The VFW Post 1 had a Celebration of Life at the beginning of the new year for him. I had already cried more than I was comfortable with before the event…but walking into the post and seeing all of his work and all of his friends’ dedications…the tears poured again. It was during the comforting hugs that I eagerly searched for the warming weight of my camera on my back.
With the weight of sorrow released for a bit, I pulled out my security blanket and got to work.
I hope I did you justice Kel.