17 pages for a lifetime.

I have a pretty new white desk, perfectly organized with everything in it's place.  A bamboo plant rested in the right corner, green and inspiring with its climb.  It brings good energy they say, (who's they?). An antique clock without the battery is placed directly in front of me, with time standing still.  Appropriate enough for how I feel, every April 17th.  Time stops, I inhale, and the ability to exhale quickly leaves my mind lost and confused.  I can't breathe for just a moment. 

It's her birthday.  The one who changed my life forever.  The girl who stole my heart in an instant.  The girl whom I held as she took her last breath.. That changes you. If you've just met me, you may not know of her, but you will.  You see, I have 17 pages of her, to last me a lifetime.  Her album flips just enough times to see a mother's love, a mother's sorrow and a loss, and then it ends.  No pages to be added... Prints matter.

I was asked "What's your why?  Why portraits?  Why prints?"  Her.  She's my reason why.  I lost my daughter in 2001, and while she wasn't here for too long, she was here.  I never want to forget that. I never want those around me to forget her.  She was here, and she mattered.  You know that question often asked "If the house was burning, what is that one item, you'd run back in to get?"  It's her album.  I can't replace these images.  I don't have the film, or the usb, this is it.  It's my everything.  Stop hiding your images on drives that will be obsolete soon.  Print your images, life will never be the same.

I'm so grateful for Kathy & Cat, without them, I'd have no images of her.  The memories one day would begin to fade and I'd have nothing to see her face.  Prints matter, and that's why I changed how I do business in 2017.  She is my WHY.  She's the reason years from now, your children will be able to flip through your albums, or pull out your heirlooms and see your face.  

Happy Birthday Akaya.  Never forgotten my love. I have 17 pages to last a lifetime.

 

 17 pages of you, just isn't enough... 

17 pages of you, just isn't enough...