#047 Alone

Some go this way, some go that way, I go.....well, I'm not yet sure which way to go.

I’m fairly consistent in the documentation experiences with family and friends. Sharing those experiences with others through story and photograph is a labor of love. Documenting trips is in part how I became a photographer and a writer.

My mother has an extensive photo library that dates back well before my birth and some go back before her own. Several generations of life represented in her well organized collection of albums. They present her memories and stories in a way she wants to tell them.

For many years I have been growing my own branch of photographs and memories. (Hmm…seems I’ve heard those words sung somewhere before.) My albums are also well organized and present my story the way I want to tell them.

Her appreciation of family history may very well be where I picked up the interest of documenting my own little family’s growth. I have dozens of photo albums that date back to my teenage years, through the raising of my own family, with a branch now protruding from the first that present the history of my outdoor experiences with my friends. From the limbs of the tree two small seeds falls. One seed grew into my scenic photography business and the other seed grew into the very journal you are reading at this moment.