This year, as we came closer to the weekend for us to get our Christmas tree, I had the chance to look back over the last two years that we went out to cut her down (2016 & 2015). You would think that I would have been prepared for how much these pictures would mean to me. I talk about the importance of documentary photography regularly, and for Pete's sake, I shot the pictures. But I really can't tell you how unprepared I was to look over those stories. You see, the writer in me does my best to make my posts more than just pretty pictures. I try to talk about the memories that I experienced too. And it was exactly that, those feelings and emotions that were locked away in both visual cues and written word, that I wasn't fully ready for. I wasn't ready for how different my kids would be or some of the little things that would have changed. And I was so thankful to be able to look back at them and know that when my children have their own kids, I can do more than just tell them the stories of when we went to get our tree - I can show them.
So, this time, I went in with a different perspective. I knew that these pictures will matter not as much today as they will in a few years. In a few years, when I have no idea which farm we want to try, these pictures will jog my memory.
When we reach the stage that my son no longer offers for my daughter to climb up on his shoulders to test the height of our tree, I'll have these moments locked away to look back on and remind me.
I'll recall the cuddles in the tractor for fear my girl would fall out, and how we spent a little time checking in on animals while at the tree farm.
And of course, I'll remember the final stop as the tree was loaded on top of the car, and we got ready for the drive home to decorate her for the season. Plus, I'll have these images to help me with all the little details in between.
Until next time,