This image means everything to me. Photography is a form of art, and my goal as a photographer is not to just take images but to capture real, raw, honest emotions. I usually avoid posts about personal parts of life, but I feel compelled to share this.
This image I set up to do with a tripod and remote. You see, there is a reason as to why this image touches me so very, very deeply. The past year or so has been an ongoing uphill battle with my health. It floods back memories of the devastatingly rough days when I was much too weak to walk, and he carried me. There were times when I pushed my aching body to try to muster up the strength to walk myself, and I simply just couldn't. I would hopelessly collapse on the floor into a puddle of devestating tears. He would kneel down beside me, ever so gently and slowly scoop me into his arms and carry me. No questions asked. He is my rock constantly and his love for me has never wavered under the pressure of it all. Every time I glance at this image hanging on my wall it is constant reminder of his unconditional love for me and what a great example of love he is. If you want me to be brought to tears, you tell me to think about this photo, and this man.
This is why I am a photographer and do what I do. I want to make art that tells real stories, compels and moves people. Take images with your loved ones, memories fade but images last a lifetime. <3
If this pulled at your heart strings, please do feel more then free to share this image and story.