My Front Porch Looking In

I have always liked the small town feel, where everyone knows everyone, you can go to the grocery story in  your sweat pants and flip flops, and you can get to the nearest Walmart without worrying about traffic.  I was born and raised in a small town of Marathon.  I spent many days working the farm, and I must say, even though I dreaded waking up early every morning to milk, or spending my afternoons pulling weeds, I am so very grateful for every moment.  I learned that accomplishments are achieved by hard work, and to appreciate the little things in life.   All of the days on the farm are forever a happy memory in my mind.

This past weekend I went to Minneapolis with a couple of photog friends, to go to a photography workshop.  Now I must say, I have not been out of Wisconsin a whole lot in my life, and the only two places that I have planted a little bit of my roots were small towns….were little was all that mattered.  So seeing everything around me, in Minneapolis, was above remarkable.  The collection of people walking the streets, the amount of time it took to get from one stop light to the next, and the number of buildings, not to mention ancient buildings, that scattered the streets.  As I gazed out of the window, I could not help but notice the people.  The way people wore their hair, how perfect their clothing was.  It was so interesting how everyone in the city grew accustom to the lifestyle Minneapolis had.  I tried to imagine myself in that City…  (hahaha)!   Minneapolis is gorgeous, but I would definitely need a couple months, maybe even a year to get use to the life there; however I do believe I could do it, and out of all of the larger cities I have been in, Minneapolis would be the first place I would move too!

On our way back home I got to thinking… There are so many people in the world that will come in and out of my life and some of these people can make the biggest impression on who we are and what we do.  We may never realize it, but our whole life can be changed by a complete stranger.  This is why I love what I do.  Being a photographer allows me to meet an abundance amount of people, that are so different and that have their own story to share.  Each and every person that I meet changes me in some way.  I grow to respect, appreciate, and yearn for the stories that my clients and their families have to share.  I love people, their memories, and their stories…it inspires me to relate, to wonder, and to capture those stories.  Memories are simple, peaceful, and happy, without memories, our lives would be lost.  I love capturing memories that will last a lifetime.

 

(A lot of what I write down is a collection of thoughts, so thank you for baring with me, and reading through.  I promise there is always a point :-)..)

 

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An Image taken from my front porch looking out haha!