Taking The Time To Look Back | 10 on 10Posted by Katrina Kennedy on Jan 10, 2017 in Blog, Personal | 12 comments
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. – Ferris Bueller
And it seems to be moving faster with each passing year. After almost nine years of taking a photo every day I’ve learned to look back. To stop. In looking back I am able to appreciate my photography. But even more than appreciating the time I’ve taken to push the shutter each and every day, I’ve gained a greater appreciation of my life.
My photography is seeing the world in small details. Small moments. It’s about stopping. It’s about slowing down. It’s about stepping back. It’s about treasuring the things that matter most. The details. The moments. The little things I would forget without this daily habit.
It’s with this in mind that I plan on stopping on the 10th of each month to look back. To look back on the photos I’ve created. To look back on the life I’ve led that informs the life I’m leading. Some are important moments of 2016. Some I loved the photo itself. Some are just because. They are held together by the distinction of being among my 366 in 2016.
And if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share a short story for each photo because sometimes words make the photo a little more complete.
The library has always been my place of escape, enjoyment, and discovery. Helping Ian navigate a world where words and letters don’t appear in his mind in the same way they do mine challenged me to my very core. Sharing the library with him became a respite for both of us. I wandered the stacks while he discovered the graphic novels, pouring over them page by page. With each trip I witnessed his confidence and his skills grow.
Do you ever see something and know without a doubt, you must photograph it. Maybe the light hits it just right or you see it in a way you’ve never seen before. That was this heart for me. I’d walked by it more times than I could count. It was different on this day.
In 2016 we lost my husband’s uncle. He made me feel welcome and made me laugh often. There is never a right or easy way to mark difficult days, but the afternoon shadows on the hills after his service called me.
This photo holds more story than I can write in one paragraph. It’s about friendship with the unlikeliest of friends. A friend I can argue with and still remain friends. A friend who is separated by states of mind and geography. It’s about taking time for myself with friends. It’s about being fully alive and square dancing until you can barely stand.
I grew up in a rural area without an ice-cream man. I was always jealous of friends who had access to curbside delivery of push ups and 50/50 bars. Now that I live in an urban area, the ice-cream man makes an occasional appearance. The reaction is always the same in our house. A general announcement is shouted by whoever hears him first as everyone goes running for the street. One of us stops just long enough to grab a few dollars from the drawer where it’s stashed away for his visit. I skip the ice cream now and opt for the photograph instead. Always the two of them, side by side. An It’s It and a character ice cream bar that turns his lips colors that food usually isn’t. And almost always, there are no shoes.
I love everything in this photo. The boy I’ve known since we were was 13 years old. Craft beer. And Portland. It doesn’t get much better than that.
Looking back on my year would be incomplete without visiting my garden. It’s my sacred, safe place. Digging in the dirt and watching things appear from the soil has no match in my world. It’s magical. And then you get tomatoes. A lot of tomatoes.
Do you remember the BEST meal you’ve ever eaten? The meal that wasn’t just a meal, but an experience. Maybe you anticipated it for months. When it arrived you were worried it might not live up to the hype you’d created in your head. And then it exceeds anything you could imagine. Three hours of pure bliss. That was Farm Spirt. Again in my favorite town this time celebrating our 20th anniversary.
I often find myself climbing out of pits of anguish over my photography. I convince myself it’s not enough. I compare (even as I coach others not to). I lament over style and creativity and tack sharpness. And then I arrive back here. This place where I’m reminded that THIS is my photography. My life. Living it. Enjoying it. Savoring every imperfect moment. Just THIS.
And sometimes you take the photograph because the moment presents itself.
Thank you for taking the time to look back on my year. See more 10 on 10 by visiting my friend Kristina. You’ll love her images.