September 1, 2013 - White River Lake, TX
Canon 6D, 14mm f/2.8
This is a portrait I shot of my grandpa, Harvey Cannon, and his dog, Penny. Although this wasn't taken at the end of the year, it's probably one of the last significant photos I took last year.
I took it as around my grandpa's birthday, because:
1. I am TERRIBLE at buying gifts (I even get stressed at buying a card,)
2. I realized that I didn't really have any current, good photographs of my grandpa.
My uncle recently scanned several photographs from the 60's and 70's, so we have a lot of older photographs from my mom's childhood, but in terms of nice photographs that are better than, say, an iPhone pic, there aren't any.
Little did I know that that point the value of this photograph.
Last month my grandpa was out doing a routine replacement of a water pump pressure tank. The bottom of the tank was rusted out unbeknownst to my grandpa, and it exploded upwards, shattering the area around his nose and cheeks.
He survived it, but he's VERY lucky. He said that when it first happened he landed on his back, and because of his injuries, if he had lost consciousness, there was a high chance that he would have suffocated due to his injuries.
This is probably the first time that I realized firsthand how important photography is. Although I do not like to say that we "capture memories" (cliche, cliche, cliche), that is kind of what we do. There are many uses for photography from communication to art to advertising, but one of the most common is just simply photographing for posterity.
Sometimes that's all a photo needs to be for, too. Today it seems like so many photographers take more photographs of other people than they do their own family