kim faires photography + stuff
This week’s photo is not by me.
It’s a photo OF me.
Me and Rosie the Beautiful Farm Dog.
A humble, low-res, snapshot, taken by my teammate with her cell phone.
And I like it — because it tells a story. In fact, it tells many stories. One or two that I’m aware of, a few I might guess at, and a possibly infinite number that I can never know.
The factual circumstances are that it’s a photo of me petting Rosie at the side of a snowy rural road, on a frigid winter morning, at a bed & breakfast, 3 km outside of Hanna, Alberta, where my teammates and I were attending a hockey tournament.
I know what my story was in the moment that this picture was taken.
I know what story it’s telling me now, as I look at this photo and think about the events of my life this last week.
It’s a story of friendship.
But, I wonder what story it might be telling you, as the visuals, and the circumstances of the photo, gently blend with whatever it is you’re carrying inside you, to form a new story.
Maybe you’ll tell your story. Maybe you won’t.
I’m keeping mine to myself.