tethered to the story we must tell
- Turning Page
To take someone’s portrait is an intimate thing. It is the gaining of their trust, the unmasking of pretenses and the unguarding of barriers until you look through your lens and you see them. That beautiful, quiet, inner strength which resides deep within, kneaded with vulnerability and becoming ones own. It is our common base. The platform of our human connection.
And it never ceases to completely floor me.
It was a late August evening when I met these wonderful girls and their mother. They were lovely and delightful and laughed at my horribly nerdy sense of humor. I remember how the sunlight lit their hair, how scents of Aveda wafted around us, how they embraced the natural beauty of the meadow and relished in being together in it. Camie’s oldest-sister strength and beauty and senior-year adventure. Sarah’s middle school smile and passion for taking photographs. The way Lisa’s eyes softened and glowed whenever she looked at her two daughters. But mostly, I remember love. Undeniable, inescapable, unwavering love. For each other. For life.
We didn’t know that two months following Camie’s senior portraits, the world would be tipped upside down. We only knew what mattered in those moments — the simple joy of being together, and to that memory — Camie’s beautiful spirit, Sarah’s smile, Lisa’s eyes — a piece of my heart will always be tethered to. The path through loss is love, and with the family’s blessing, these treasured, happy moments are being shared.
Hold it in your heart, no matter how shattered it might be.
Carry it with you where you keep your innermost strength.
And always. Always. love.
In memory of Sarah Thorsland. In continued love for her family.