Me and my childhood dog Coco, at left.
I’m not sure I could even begin to describe how fast life has felt lately. In the past month I have rented my house in Austin, become a landlord, rented an apartment in NYC, picked through the entire contents of my house, donated 70 % of it and then put the rest in storage. Partitioned a few items to take with me to my new apartment in NYC and finally this Sunday I pack all my stuff up and begin my journey to my new home on Monday. Oh yeah and in the middle of all that I’ve had 1 international travel assignment and 3 domestic travel assignments. Whew…
While I was going through boxes and boxes of childhood, college and adult memories, trying to determine what should be saved, recycled or donated I found this photograph. It’s a picture of me as a kid with my favorite childhood dog Coco, on the left.
I remember this moment so perfectly. I remember when my dad took this picture with his big, clunky 35mm Yashika camera. I remember hearing the shutter as he pushed it and I remember him taking just one picture in that moment, just one. And it was perfect, look at it, what a moment. (Although for the life of me I cannot remember who the woman is in the kickin’ bell-bottoms behind me, maybe my aunt or my babysitter…that part is a blur). Man I loved that dog Coco, he was my best friend, I swear that dog could read real human emotions and for me at that age, I had some serious emotions to express. (My dad reminds me of this all the time)
Finding this picture and a handful of others brought back a wave of memories and emotions for me, and that right there is the power of photography. The capturing of a moment, F5.6 at 1/125 of a second can reveal so much about life in any photograph: joy, love, pain, the human condition. Photographs have the power to transport us anywhere. It’s like a massive emotional opening of the floodgates.
That’s what I appreciate most about a single photographic image, it’s meaning and it’s interpretation; it’s potential is endless for every single viewer. That is pretty incredible when you stop and think about it.
As I tape up the last box, toast one final time with my dearest of friends and reach for one last hug I’m thinking about all those photographs of my past and the ones that will be in my future, in New York City all at F5.6 at 1/125 of a second or pretty close to it. The potential is endless.








































