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When to be the photographer…

…and when to be the Dad…

Today, I participated in the wedding of our daughter. One of our daughter’s friends from her days at the University of California at Santa Barbara, who was a photography student there, was the photographer at the wedding. It was a beautiful, sunny day in Livermore, with a high temperature of 63 ℉, which is about normal for this date. The flowers and trees agreed that it is spring in California.

One of my long-time friends from my “scientific information” days had asked me whether I would be taking photographs at the wedding. I said that I would leave that to the photographer. My friend told me, “That’s good, because you need to be *in* the photos.” She was quite right, and I had subconsciously made that decision long before her question. She and another close mutual friend came to the wedding. My 85-year-old father flew out from Ohio, and all of my brothers and their families attended, from as far away as Ohio and Texas. My wife’s sister from Ohio attended, as well as the sister’s son, from Washington state. The 96-year-old great-grandmother of the groom attended, from near Eureka. Our relatives, relatives of the groom’s family, and many many friends gathered from a number of other states, and other parts of California.

It is important to know when to be a participant and when to be an observer in life, and not to be torn between the two roles. In the once-in-a-lifetime event that we celebrated today, my family members and I were active, full participants.

-Bill at Cheshire Cat Photo 

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