She has a very special place in my heart…
I remember watching my mother take pictures as a child.
The way she angled her body to catch the beams of sunshine pouring through the weeping willows above us, the *click click click* of each new shot. I would sit on the edge of the tree stump with my feet dangling, and simply observe her. She would become so absorbed in catching the “perfect” shot. At times she would beckon for me to come to her and I would run over, excited to be invited into her world, even if only for a few moments. Getting to share this passion with her made me feel as though I had gained the key to a secret world that only she and I knew about. We would sit and critique each photograph, finding new ways to capture the beauty of the world before it passed us by.
Every Saturday we would walk along Old Richmond Road and find a new spot.…