December 20, 1930 – April 12, 2008
I remember when there were cameras at my own grandmother’s funeral, nine years ago, and I thought to myself, “What are you people thinking?!” It bothered me very much that some people just didn’t care to leave her at peace. Not a single photo captured what that day meant to me [and my immediate family].
So, when I was asked to photograph a funeral earlier this year, I didn’t know what to think. But, I knew that I couldn’t say no. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to give something to the family to cherish, and I knew that others would look at me in discomfort because it’s no place for a photographer. But, I’m there because the family personally asked me to be. After my first funeral, I was surprised to get another request for yet another funeral — so soon. Again, I couldn’t say no.
They say don’t post work from all of your sessions, but I disagree. People come to my blog site to not only see my work grow, but to see me grow as a person and artist, too … Part of growing is learning. What I learned from these two funerals is that being a photographer is not just being there to capture moments from your wedding or the first few weeks of your newborn, but it is also to capture memories of the final moments you are with your loved ones. So, some people may think what they will, that a photographer shouldn’t be photographing a funeral; but, it is truly an honor to be there for a family so they have something beautiful to cherish after their loved one is gone forever.
In this Lao Buddhist ceremony, once the body is cremated you must shed your very last tear and never look back. They say this is the only way the spirit can be at peace.
|MsB| Portland Family Photographer



