Last fall, after transferring all our photos to an external hard drive, our external hard drive crashed. We tried everything to retrieve years worth of precious photos. And yet, it still sits in our desk drawer, a prison with no key, holding captive a myriad of memories.
I called my husband in tears when it first gave me an error message. He tried to assure me it wasn't a big deal, but to me, it was a huge deal. Photos are my treasures, the one earthly possession I hold onto with a firm grasp, the reason I have an entire shelf of our bookshelf devoted to scrapbooks and several totes full of scrapbooking supplies.
In our first year of marriage, my husband has teased me often. "Why are you taking a picture of another person? You already know what he/she looks like."
I read this quote yesterday, "When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white you photograph their souls” (Ted Grant).
Pictures are a mirror to a person's soul. I capture moment after moment of the same people, because they are the souls most precious to me. And I want to remember these moments with them, because each picture tells a different story, unraveling a lifetime of memories.
A few photo treasures of mine...
Walt Disney World, January 1998: This photo tells so many stories. The one in the wheelchair is me with my youngest brother on my lap. My heart surgery was a few months away yet and my energy level was so low I couldn't walk through the park. The guy waving at the camera is my friend's dad, who works at the park and was nicknamed "Mr. Disney" by my youngest brother and sister. This is one of our most memorable family road trips, because on the drive there, in our 11 passenger van, half of us got the flu, making for a long and stinky drive...but one we will never forget.
Upper Peninsula Michigan, Hanes family vacation, 2010: This photo doesn't exactly tell a story, but it still speaks a thousand words. My son is 10 months here and almost ready to walk. During the day he was a happy, easygoing little guy, but the moment the sun set he became a teething nightmare. I was completely exhausted from lack of sleep and my undiagnosed struggles with depression and anxiety the entire week and even had a meltdown in front of my husband's entire family...a shame I still struggle with.
Klein Winter Family Day, 2008: My grandparents loved the outdoors, especially my grandma who grew up in the big woods of northern Wisconsin. Our family started a winter tradition years ago of gathering at my aunt and uncle's home in early February to celebrate grandpa's birth and enjoy skiing and sledding on their land. This photo is bittersweet as I miss these two deeply, but it also reminds me of two people who loved and lived life well.
4th of July, 2006: Every year, my dad's family gathers in the small town he grew up in for a 4th of July parade, complete with farm machinery, square dancing, and llamas. As kids we loved collecting bags full of candy from the people throwing it out during the parade and as adults we now enjoy making "bets" on how many tractors or horses we'll see in the parade. This photo was taken one month before I married my best friend and the smile on my face reminds me of the excitement and anticipation of that big day.
NICU, July 2008: Our journey into parenthood began with one of the scariest experiences of my life. Our sweet pea started having seizures less than 12 hours after her birth. This is one of the first photos of her after she was airlifted by helicopter to the nearest NICU and reminds me of those trying days of praying and waiting for her to be well again.



















