A quick post to show you one of my daughter Suzannah’s award-winning photographs. Photography is a passion Jim developed at about her age, and something he taught her about. They looked together at photography catalogues–cameras, tripods, lenses and gadgets–the way some members of the extended family look at food.
Suzannah has Jim’s eye for nature, and her own talent for capturing it.
I have never before seen Suzannah do a photograph in black and white. Jim, too, almost always worked in vivid colors.
Long after Suzannah had taken this particular photograph, but months before I saw it, I happened across photographs Jim had taken and printed while he was in college. I was drawn to one photograph that I carried down from the attic and put up on a wall: it is a black and white photograph of a forest floor, with sunlight filtering through. Five strong trunks stake out the foreground.
Both images remind me of the poem (A Man) our daughter Emma read at Jim’s service: