The past couple of weeks have been hectic and stressful. Stomach flus and deadlines, working late and solo parenting and X-rays on a toddler's banged-up knee...and just not enough sleep.
I am weary...and yet just when I was starting to slip into that dark, bitter place where I complain and lose my temper, I received a gift.
Joy. Perspective. Love.
On Sunday morning I had the chance to photograph the most courageous, beautiful family. Their little boy Daniel is in the late stages of battling a terminal brain tumor. I was asked to help them capture some memories during this excruciatingly painful time. I felt honored. And terrified.
I was really drawn to this park in town that houses one of Robert Indiana's famous LOVE sculptures. I thought it would be beautiful and poignant to photograph the family in front of the sculpture.
After the shoot, I stayed up really late editing the photos, eager to see how they'd turned out. What I discovered: The photos in front of the statue were nice, but they were totally unnecessary. The photos that communicated the most "love" were the ones I didn't plan. The ones that happened naturally when the family was interacting and talking with one another.
The love and bond of this family was overflowing. All I had to do was capture it with my lens.
If you live in the greater Phoenix area, there's a benefit car show for Daniel being held this Saturday February 11th. Details are on his CaringBridge site.