Years later, my family vacations, birthday parties and other notable milestones were punctuated by the blazing spotlight on my father’s 8mm camera. He shot everything, observing much of my childhood through a two-inch viewfinder.
Now that I’m a parent, the viewfinder is larger, the camera is smaller and the urge to capture and share is greater than either of those men would ever imagine.
I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Here’s how I came to that realization.
Just a terrifically beautiful piece. If you read one thing this week, read this.