People take pictures for all sorts of reasons, i realized a long time ago that my camera is a therapy of sorts. a way to deal with the events in my life, accept the passing of time.
Today i took the kids to my family beach house . This house is so important for me, it’s where I spent all my summers growing up. I remember my mom packing up the house and moving us there as soon as school was over. We would come back just in time for school and sometimes we would get a treat and stay a little longer. That’s where I learned to ride a bike, wore my first bikini, went to my first party and my first dance….that’s where i was first grounded too. Summer was a time to roam free all day, we only had to show up for meals and even then we could eat at a friends house.
The last time I visited was 9 years ago. So many things have changed since, all the houses were remodeled and many of my friends have moved away. This place that used to be so familiar has changed so much. I know it’s not realistic to expect things to remain the same but i hoped there was still a trace of my childhood.
Once I put the camera up to my eye I started noticing things. Small details a color, a shape and the hibiscus tree of my childhood. Red beautiful flowers that i watched closing at night while we were having dinner on the patio. I used to wear them in my hair. I remember a picture of myself with these same flowers. A reminder of the past and a memory I will be able to share with my daughter.
I might not be able to show her my fairy tree or the branch we used to hang from. She will never taste the pears of our garden but i was able to share this flower with her.
“This is where photography is both healing and a curse. I have proof of what was here, but I am also painfully reminded that it is gone.” – Rachel Devine