Is it just me that can fall head over heels in love with great finds?
This beauty came to me by pure coincidence & as the day progressed certain memories will just be attached to her home coming.
I was on my way to do some errands when I started noticing estate sale signs. Not being too far out of my way I followed them to the house. The second room I walked into had 2 tables of the most beautiful vintage camera collection I'd seen assembled in one place. The owner had quite an eye for beauty. I quickly scooped up the one that stood out~checking off one teal camera on my mental wish list of props & cameras I want to own. I spent time admiring all the cameras but decided this was it. The price tag said $20~a price I would have easily paid if I wasn't personally working on negotiating skills. (something that makes me cringe) Another woman, overheard me ask the estate agent if the prices were fixed and she directed me over to man who'd know. The woman and I walked over to the man, I asked if the prices were fixed. He asked how many I was buying."Just the one" the woman & I said in unison. The agent blurted 2 for $30 motioning at both of our cameras. The woman & both looked at each other with just a moment to assess each other as possible allies looked back at the agent and we blurted out "SOLD!"
We worked out our money and off I went. I never did get my errands done! Nope, I was already thinking about the photos I wanted to take with the fading late afternoon light.
I carefully picked and placed pictures of my dad from a box of photos my grandmother had given me & started snapping. How young he was to be a first time dad. His whole life in front of him.
My brother called in the middle of this delivering the news I'd been dreading for 2 years. Dad was being released from the hospital in a few days and that hospice would be getting involved.
It is hard to write this as those words echo in my head.
I was done shooting for the day, left everything in its place and cried.
The next morning, I looked at my set up. Something inside me sparked. I went and picked fresh bougainvillea, and started shooting. To some the sad news attached to an object would be a bad omen. But to me?
To me this little charmer is a beautiful token and reminder of how much I my love my Dad & for the little gifts of the heart he has unwittingly bestowed upon me.
For one...his love of photography.
Happy (memories) snapping