Lauren Pethers Photography | Memories

Memories

March 12, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

Here I am closing in on my fourth year owning studio space in downtown Petoskey, MI.  Being just off the beaten path, I don't have too many customers who come in just to take a look around.  But when I do, it is usually someone who has some time on their hands.  They will look.  They will talk. Some tell stories. Some walk in and out without saying a word. I am one of those who is happy to just have someone come in and take a look around. Honestly tho, my favorite times are when a person comes in to the studio, looks at the photographs, and has something to say. I don't care if it's about the photo itself or a memory that the photograph has provoked...but if you have a story you'd like to share with me because one of the photos I took reminded you of a memory...please, by all means, share!

For instance, I have had a photograph of a senior girl I took three years ago hanging on the wall in the "Senior" area.  It is a beautiful 16x20 print of her standing next to her golden brown horse.  My reflector is casting such a lovely hint of sunlight onto the subjects that it illuminates the left side of the girl and the belly and back end of the horse. I have received many compliments on the portrait and find it difficult to replace. 

Today, an older gentleman, perhaps in his 80's, came into the studio to look around. He had some time on his hands. He began by walking right over to the portrait of the girl with the horse and told me what a nice job I did.  Also, that it reminded him of a time when he was younger and his daughter was a senior in high school.  It was 10:30 at night and he had just gone to bed.  He could hear his daughter ask her mother if Dad was still awake.  Mother told her to go check. She knocked on his door. He replied. She asked him if he would go 'riding' with her.

Out into the moonlight drenched night the two went to ride their horses. No saddles. No restrictions. Just the two of them guiding their horses peacefully down the paths they've been on hundreds of times before.

I love the light I saw in the man's eyes while he told me this.  In his gentle voice.

This is pure delight.


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