Part of the Mosiac
Last week as I was photographing a nice little wedding, hundreds of young basketball players were smiling for their trading cards, magnets, 5×7’s and 8×10’s. (Shay and Mark were photographing teams and individuals in my absence, and did a great job) You might think that such an event, and the photographs from it are of lesser importance because of the inexpensive cost of packages and the novelty items involved. “How many pictures in sports uniforms do you need” was remarked to me once upon a time Well, wait a year, or two. Then revisit that funny little trader card, or the team photo, with that gangly kid, or the serious looking, six year old with his game face on and you’ll be hard pressed to throw it out. It becomes part of a story of the passing years of childhood, a very small piece of a big picture that is still unfinished. In fact, you may see that same image in a wedding slideshow one day during the reception, as the story is recounted of who they were before another very important picture day. So are those hoops pix valuable? I’d say it’s a slamdunk….
