Today’s configuration: Leica M(240) with a Summicron 50mm f/2.0
This has been one of the busiest summers on record for the Smith family. We have packed our summer chock full of events that have kept us very busy and active. We spent our last weekend before school started at a wedding in Idaho then relaxing in Wyoming. There are days I wish I could be as care free as these kids, just enjoying things day by day and not worrying about anything else.
I’m working on a few personal projects, hopefully I will be able to share them soon. One that I’m excited about are letters that I’m scanning that my grandpa (whom I’ve never met) wrote to his family while serving in World War I. You really get to know someone by reading something they have hand written. Which leads me to another post I need to put together that will talk about my new system for journaling and staying organized.
I’ve heard the saying: “A plumbers toilet is always clogged”, meaning he’s busy taking care of other people plumbing problems that he doesn’t have time to take care of his own toilets. Not sure where I’m heading with this but it’s been eight years since we’ve had our family portrait taken “professionally”. Things happen and before you know it winter has arrived and it’s too late so we end up waiting and it never gets done. We finally were able to do it this fall, I asked my good friend Nate if he would be willing to photograph my family. I enjoy his photography style and he was able to work his magic and capture some great moments of my family. It was interesting to be on the other side of the lens and watch Nate work. I included my favorite of the set that will most likely be made into a canvas to hang in our family room.
I had the opportunity to photograph this little guy last week. He was adopted from Haiti and has been in the U.S. for a few weeks. I photographed he and his mother at the Salt Lake City Library. He instantly fell in love with this skate board that a teenager let him play with and had a hard time giving it back.
I shared this image of little “C” as he was looking upward to symbolize all the opportunities he will be given living here in the U.S. that he never had in Haiti.