This week, especially, I find myself reflecting the work that I do on a philosophical level. Over the past few months I've photographed a birth, a death, and everything in between. Over the course of my career as a photographer I've photographed weddings, families, children, baby's milestones, all of the happy times. A few months ago I photographed the birth, the very beginning of life! Yet, just two days ago I photographed a memorial service, the final stage of life. While one is an incredibly joyful and beautiful time, the other is a sorrowful and yet significant time.
In the nineteenth century it was common practice for grieving families to have their deceased loved ones photographed. It was said that the photographs helped them grieve. It is no longer part of our culture to photograph the last stages of life but for this family it tells the final chapter of their dad, a husband, a brother, an uncle, a friend, and a man that was deeply admired by many. My hope is that it helps them grieve. They plan on adding these photos to a scrapbook that they've created in remembrance.