It’s a Wonderfully Long Life
I’m off to Mexico for a brief vacation. My trips to Mexico aren’t margarita-swirling dance fests. No, they’re visits to my grandparents’ house and it’s been that way for as long as anyone can remember. This year is extra special because every child, grandchild and great-grandchild will be there to celebrate my grandfather’s 100th year on this earth. The photo above was taken the year World War II ended, a.k.a. the year of my father’s birth and my grandfather was in his late thirties then. He may have thought he’d already lived quite the life, but there were actually many more ‘lives’ in him than he ever dreamed.
I’m packing up my gear right now, as I plan to take a formal portrait to commemorate the occasion. I want to capture him as he is now–so wise, so tired, so amazing.