My father purchased my first film camera when I was in high school. I had a great love for black & white images and creating in the darkroom. I loved to capture candid moments while viewing the world differently.
Those moments all changed when I lost my parents a year and a half apart due to sudden heart attacks... To be honest, I was filled with anger, sadness, questioned everything and just felt lost. How could my whole world change so suddenly and why?
Through all the pain and sadness I started to pick up the camera again. I wanted no one to feel or experience what I was going through. I wanted to make sure everyone had those moments captured on film to remember. I turned all the negative thoughts into a positive. I knew my gift in life was to give back and I needed to start now!
I have the gift of giving others what I did not have... I can give them an emotion to connect with through an image. A hug from mom + dad, first dance with their father, a tear of joy, a memory to help with a loss, the list goes on... What better way to honor my parents and to fill my heart with joy again!
This is my why and I am very thankful and blessed to do what I love and to give back... Welcome to Anderson Photography + My Story!
My grandmother lived a wonderful life till the lovely age of 96. Two years before she passed I wanted to spend the day with her learning how to make her amazing apple pie! Everyone in our family loved her baking + cooking but the apple pie was ranked the best. We actually had holiday gatherings where a pie would go missing towards the end of the evening- it was that good!
I knew around this time her mental and physical health was starting to take a toll. I wanted to bake one last pie with her while capturing each and every moment. She did not like having her photo taken so this was a little challenging at first but as she began putting all the ingredients together- she forgot I was even holding a camera. We reflected on many wonderful Christmas gatherings in the past, spoke about my parents and she definitely told me I was not slicing the apples correctly... which that was her and I loved that!
It was wonderful to watch each movement she would make with her tired hands + knowing she was putting all the love into each stir, adding her right amount of ingredient, and turning the old dial on her timer. I simply can remember the smell of cinnamon + freshly sliced apples. It was comforting + felt like home. Now I will have that moment forever with these images + I am so thankful for that!