About 15 years ago, my brother called me a shutterbug. It wasn’t a compliment.
I like to take pictures. I admit it. I am not a professional, but my pictures have a good variety of subject and point of view. So I take pictures of family events, vacations, my flowers, retreats, concerts, etc. When I started scrapbooking 16 years ago, I found myself taking even more pictures to put in the scrapbooks. (Some of you may be able to relate). Ha!
Some people don’t like having their picture taken. I’ve been informed. Especially if they don’t think they are at their best. But those pictures are some of the best pictures, natural, unfixed.
When I was a young mother, I read a devotional in a little publication called “Our Daily Bread.” It was about a mother who never wanted to be in the picture. She always avoided the camera. After she passed away, her family regretted that they had very few pictures to remember her by. The writer of the devotional encouraged his readers to tolerate picture taking for the sake of their families.
So if you have to put up with a shutterbug in your family, suffer it kindly. If you are the shutterbug, make sure you get yourself in a few of the pictures.
Here is a picture of me, somewhat windblown, at Art Prize in Grand Rapids.
Pictures, even those we are not fond of, can help us tell our own remarkable stories – for ourselves, our kids, and others who love us.
I am so glad someone took this picture of me with my grandmother 30 years ago.