Do you have something special in your family that everyone has memories about? We all do, right. This picture shows the one thing that everyone in my family can remember all the good times that were had and the stubborn horses that were worked. This saddle shed holds many memories that we all strive to hold onto after our fun, loving, and downright corky grandpa had to leave this crazy thing we call life. Or as we all knew him and what his closest friends liked to call him, “Pop”. Now if you knew him, you knew he was quick-witted and quite the funny man. He could draw you a cartoon that would make you laugh hysterically and be permanently burned into your mind.
Now some things come and go and you have to accept that. But it’s the things that impact you the most that you try your best to hold onto for dear life. Whether that is taking pictures or even writing down your memories so you can look back on them in the future. When I first started my adventure with photography I knew that I wanted to take meaningful pictures. Pictures that meant something to anybody who looked at them, not just the person who took them. I may have missed my chance to get all the pictures in the world with my Pop, who taught me how to count by playing poker, who gave me my love for ice cream, and who taught me that being your quirky self is the only way to go, but I told myself I wouldn’t miss the opportunities life gives me now to capture those special moments.
So here is the very first picture I took on my new adventure; upholding my “meaningful” standard on my photography journey. This saddle shed holds saddles that my Pop grew up riding in, that he passed on to his kids, and then on to his grandchildren. There are halters that hang in the shed that have been through hell and back with all the horses and the long journeys they endured. There are branding irons that hang from the wall with some burnt hair and cowhide still attached. There are chaps and spurs that hold so much meaning none of us can bear the thought of losing them. There are even pictures on the wall of Pop and his beloved horses along with his cartoons he drew throughout the restless days on the ranch. All of these things hold so much meaning to everyone that ever came in contact with my Pop, whether it be through his cowboy days or the neighborhood babysitter that later came with his old age.
We can’t hold onto the material things forever, but we can do our best to hold onto the memories and pictures that we will cherish and value for all the time to come. Pictures that our children and their children can look back on and see who their Pop was and what he meant to everyone who met him. A picture is worth a 1000 words and I am grateful I was able to capture something so meaningful.