I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
I learned a hard lesson a couple of months ago. It’s one that I teach clients about all the time. Back. Up. Your. Files. I wish I had listened to my own advice. Upon learning at the beginning of June that my site hosting had expired and I missed the reactivation window by a mere 48 hours, I lost all of the work that I had created since September. ALL. OF.
Well, I don’t think that I will be getting the opportunity to do my photo tour of Flagstaff this week, but as we drove around today, I started making a list of everything that I have to document on film…from the church I grew up in to my high school to the best pizza joint in town. I’m so excited that I can barely stand it. Just being here brings