One of the many reasons that I became a photographer is because I have a slight speech impediment that had a heavy impact on my childhood, and when I picked up a camera I could ‘say’ exactly what I wanted to express without worry that I would stutter over my words. As I grew and matured I became more comfortable with who I am and the challenges I’ve been given, but I still found myself returning again and again to speak through my lens. The rest, they say, is history. So today, on my son’s first day of kindergarten, I’ll let my images do the talking with some help from one of my favorite literary passages.
“And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.
Your may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer see the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.”
– Kahlil Gibran “The Prophet”
Teddy my heart, fly strong and sweetly today and everyday. I love you.