One last blurd on 9/11 before midnight

[Tyson L. Sparks]

In 1990 when the Gulf war started I was 16, I looked to my father for reason and help to understand what was about to take place. He was a Vietnam vet so he knew what war was like. His words and thoughts were always welcome. Several years later we are hit at home, right below the belt. Once again my father and I talked. He died in in 2003 5 years after my mom. With him he took his stories of his service with the Marines in Vietnam. All that is left are a few pictures, medals and a set of dog tags. Now I find myself talking to my children about September 11th, ages 13 and 14. They want to know why some country far far away would do that to us. I just try my best to help them understand something that I myself have a hard time explaining.

Evey time we fire a few shots with our cameras, we freeze that moment. Every time you look through your view finder, that second is now a memory. Thats what I love the most about photography, capturing that moment so it can be viewed again later. I keep a picture of my mom and dad in my fire helmet, each image means some thing different to everyone. It's just about midnight so I had better get a move on, tomorrow is a new day. A new day to capture.

[cyberlord]

Nicely written Tyson.

Thanks!