Definitely my most memorable session, but maybe not for the reason you’re thinking.
This wasn’t so much a session as a favor and gift for a friend.
The Gift of Reclaiming a Lost Opportunity
A friend regretted never getting a photograph of her grandmother’s amazing hands. Wrinkled skin that told a story, line by line, of decades of a life lived.
When her grandmother died, I offered a gift that I think is quite rare to someone grieving. Reclaiming a lost opportunity.
What I didn’t expect were the technical challenges of mixed colored lighting in a dark funeral home, and more impactfully, the emotional challenge of photographing the hands of someone who was dead.
I was a nervous wreck. I’m glad it was just her and me, (and her grandma, of course). Thankfully my friend understood my very un-PC sense of humor as I dealt with my own nerves. But there is humor in all aspects of life. And death. Though sometimes it’s really hard to find.
Don’t miss your opportunities in life. You rarely get a second chance. Unfortunately we don’t always see the opportunity until it’s passed us by. Just do your best. That’s enough.
PS - My friend said it was ok for me to use this photograph, “unless you think it will be too much for people.” To which I replied, “I’d like to. Because it might be too much for people.”