Brittni mentioned this morning that today marks nine years since your spirit went to the heavens and your body took its rest. I miss you.
Do you know that I begged Mimi for this piece of you? You let me borrow your camera for my first photography class. I was terrible. I couldn't focus to save my grade, and I started to think I might be blind or something. But you believed in me and insisted that I keep at it, learn the craft the way it was begun: in manual.
I called you that time in a panic. Remember? I cried as I told you I'd broken it. I was up on South Mountain in the reservation. I saw this amazing dilapidated building nestled into the trees. It was awesome. And as I composed my picture in my head, I raised the camera to my eyes. BLACKNESS. My roommate insisted I push every button and turn every knob. I was certain I'd moved nothing and that fiddling would only make it worse...
I had locked the mirror (as though plotting a long exposure). Ugghhh. You knew it instantly from my inarticulate sputterings.
Oh, how you laughed at me. Well, maybe it wasn't a laugh. Like mine, yours was a soft snicker, a sucking of breathe and a gritty hehehe like Muttley from the Hanna-Barbera cartoons.
I've come a long way since that day in the mountains. And though I don't quite have the discipline you had for learning the intricacies and inner workings of every craft you discovered an interest in, I am determined to master myself.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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Oh, how special...memories to last a lifetime.
You are are such a great photograher♥
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