The Importance Of The Printed Image

Me with my father.

Yesterday when I was checking a few things on the internet I ran across a great post.  The post was on a site that never has anything that is really serious, which made this even more meaningful to me.  On Facebook “Missy Mwac” has a page that pokes fun at the state of the photography industry.  She posted this, along with a photograph of her father holding her in his arms, yesterday morning and it made me think about what she was saying.   This was her post:

“This picture was taken when I was 5 years old. I knew right where it was in the photo album. I didn’t have to comb through hard-drives or search the clouds for it. I didn’t even have to worry about it “opening.”It’s a piece of paper with an image of a man who was my hero, a man I honor this Father’s Day. I have this photograph now, many years later, because somebody cared enough to print it. – Missy Mwac”

After reading that and seeing the picture it made me think about some of the photographs of me with my father and grand parents that we have in albums.  If these were taken today they would never make it off the iPhone or onto anything other than a CD or computer hard drive.  I am so thankful that someone took the time to get prints made of these for me, or I would have never seen them and had them to pass along to my children.

Fishing with my grandfather, who passed away when I was three.  He loved to fish.

My trying to be just like my grandfather.

In my Army uniform.  Wanting to just like my father.

Caught one!  What do you wear when you fish?

Happy Fathers Day!