It's all part of the process of life.
We were so busy back in the late 1990's but I never neglected to spend as much time as possible with my son, Ben. I'd come home from a morning shoot on a bright Summer day and corral Ben and his mom, Belinda, into my old, green BMW and we'd head out for a lunch adventure. To this day Ben doesn't get that other dads don't take time for a long, lingering lunches with family. On this particular day is was in the 90's already by noon. We were all in the mood for burgers so we headed to Hilbert's on north Lamar Blvd.
We ordered our burgers and fries and grabbed seats at the counter. The bright sun diffused itself thru a yellowed sun barrier on the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the picnic tables and the parking lot. Ben was eating french fries and his mom and I were talking about vacation. Where we'd go and what we'd do. I looked down at Ben and he looked at me with such love and adoration it almost made me cry right there on my vinyl covered stool, in the run down burger joint. I lifted up the camera that accompanied me everywhere, like an oxygen tank on the surface of Mars, and snapped one or two frames. I've cherished the memory of that warm and ultimately happy day ever since.
Ben has grown up to be a wonderful 15 year old. He still gives me a warm and happy look from time to time. We still go out for burgers when he's not at school. I look forward to summers in Austin. We each have our own activities but we come together at lunch and dinner to catch up and just exist together. I'm grateful for photography because it captures these wonderful moments for me and sticks them in my face to repudiate times of self pity or narcissism.
Kodachrome 64. Scanned. No lighting. No tricks. No layers. Only unconditional love in both directions. That's the reason for photography.