A friend lost her father and I told her to let me know if there was anything I could help with. She asked me if I could take photos at the funeral. This was not a request I am used to but I said yes. Waiting for the funeral to start my nerves started getting to me, my palms started to sweat. I am sitting there thinking what am I gonna shoot. I can’t shoot this like an event or wedding. Walking all in front of the sanctuary is just not an option at this point. Now doubt has set in cause I have no idea what I going to do.
Well the funeral starts and I just begin shooting. After a few shots things start getting a little easier but in the back of my mind I am still thinking about why am I here. Well I believe it was he uncle that was up talking and he said that one thing about my brother he always had a camera. That right there made me realize why she asked me to take pictures. Her father loved to capture memories of family. And even though this was suppose to be a sad occasion. At times the family had smiles on their faces, they laughed at the memories, they sang with joy the songs that her father loved.
After the funeral the family asked me to take some portraits. Seeing the smiles of the family after the funeral warmed my heart. They truly loved their Father, Brother, Uncle, Cousin…
Photography is more then just pushing a button. Its catching that moment in time that lives on forever.