Archive for the ‘Storytelling’ Category

Thunderhead

May 21, 2009


“Another Thunderhead”  © R.L. Herron

Even with the best planning, some things don’t always go the way you hope. Life has a way of pushing itself into the foreground, making all your plans moot, much the same way as a summer storm intruding on an otherwise perfect afternoon.

If you’re lucky, you have a camera ready to catch the image of the storm coming. It makes for an enduring image.

If you’re really lucky, all the metaphors that storm can represent are as easily handled.

The key for the interesting photograph may be in keeping that camera ready, to be used at a moment’s notice. Just as the key for most of life is having a little something in reserve to call upon when the storm threatens.

Moments

May 18, 2009


“Grand Haven Lighthouse and Pier”  © R.L. Herron

Ever wonder about the “what if” moments in life?

What if your parents had never met?

What if you hadn’t gone to the college you chose?

What if you hadn’t taken that first job offer in your hometown, and instead had moved out-of-state?

What if you had never taken up photography, or writing?

What would you be doing? What things would you enjoy?

Truth is, it really doesn’t matter. I took up photography as a young man, but never did much with it. I also took up writing, with the same result.

However, I used the skills of each throughout my career. And here I am using both again.

I think we end up where we’re supposed to, and the things that matter will always matter. Love for your wife and family. Admiration of great art, creative wordsmiths and skillful photographers. The enjoyment of a beautiful sunset.

Those are things that will enrich your soul, and last far beyond your questions.

Life is what you make of it, and I’m convinced it should be lived in the “now.”

Dream

April 20, 2009


“Photographer Working”  © R.L. Herron

I’m actually writing this while thinking about my photographer son. He surprised me years ago by announcing, out of the blue, he wanted to study photography. He’d never shown any particular inclination toward it. He didn’t even own a camera.

Thankfully, I encouraged him and his web site now tells it all. He believed in himself. He studied hard and is very good at his craft. A recent event brought my act of encouragement home to me again, and reminded me how important someone’s belief in you can be.

Let me set the scene:

You’re a dowdy 47-year-old from Northern England.* “Never been married, never been kissed.” No love in your life. No job. No luck. But you have a gift within you. And you know it. You’ve somehow managed to make your way onto a TV Show called “Britain’s Got Talent” and you are now standing on a national stage.

susan boyle

The crowd is hooting with derision. The judge on the left is snickering at you. Simon Cowell is rolling his eyes. Everybody is pretty much certain you’re going to crash and burn in a way that will be hilarious to all.

You’ve “never been given a chance before,” and it’s pretty easy for everybody to understand why. You’re an odd-looking lady and they are serving you up to laughing wolves for the sake of the television audience. This is going to be funny.

What do you do?

Well, if you’re my new personal hero Susan Boyle, you wrap your hands around the microphone, slowly focus and then sing your song to the rafters. You lift your voice to the heavens. You give a life-defining performance and sing an audience of millions into tears.

You hit your high note and bring a lump to the throat of the judges. You bring the audience to their feet as they realize they can’t possibly reach their hands high enough in the sky to applaud you.

You inspire a planet. You knew you had the gift within you. You just needed to be given a chance. That’s all you ever wanted and when you got your chance, you shined brighter than any starlet or supermodel ever could.

I know I’ve learned a very important lesson from both my son, and Susan Boyle. One it’s often easy to forget …

Dream Your Dream.

 

*Many thanks to Wigan Blue, who corrected me.
Susan Boyle is from Scotland.