I went for a walk with my son the other day. I try to walk with him every day as he likes the air and I like the time we spend together outside. As I was walking along a path behind our house, I saw a large stone that, because of the way it was buried, looked like a giant heart. So I took a picture of it. I thought this is how big my heart feels now.
A minute later I stopped to tie my shoe lace and noticed some blue arrows painted on the trail pointing to my son. So I took another picture. I thought the rock was my love and the arrow was pointing to who. It was a total accident, but I started thinking…
Later we passed a white building that had my shadow across it, camera, diaper bag and all. I took another picture. I thought the shadow looked like the letter I, and was some representation of me, or at least a delineation of me and I.
A friend of mine said to me before Finn was born that having children will make your heart grow bigger, and that you will begin to see things that you did not see before. I am not sure how I came to these things or if they instead came to me. That is not really the point. The point I think is seeing and relating to these moments. Normally I would have passed by the rock and the arrows without noticing them. But now they have meaning for me. During an interview on CBS Sunday Morning last week, Christopher Hitchens was asked about his views on the last century and history in general, during which he said that history is not just the documentation of events happened, but more the meaning and significance we assign to these events and how we organize this information, adding, “We as humans have a compulsive need to organize our experiences.” This is how I feel about photography: it is a compulsive need to organize our experiences and their perceived meaning and significance.
During my walk my thoughts were about what a beautiful day it was, how fortunate I am in so many ways and how much I deeply love my son. And this is what I saw,
Simple, yes, even simplistic, but sometimes the best things in life are just that.