As good a time as any to reflect

The new year should have a way of kicking a guy upside the head, stopping him in his tracks to mull over what really matters. It doesn't always do that to this guy. But today it did. I'd like to say I chose to be deliberately reflective. But I didn't. It happened this way: In my role as a volunteer photographer for Hospice of Michigan I received a call from the Hospice Volunteer Manager to see if I'd be willing to put together a little slide show set to music. "Sure," I said. "Who's it for?" (I thought it might be a year-end corporate thing for Hospice to use as a fund-raising tool. And I'd have been happy to do that.) OK, here comes the the gulp moment, the catch in the throat moment that's included with every Hospice assignment. "It's for the parents of a little girl who died last month just before she would have turned six. The parents have a bunch of favorite photos and want them put together with their daughter's favorite songs." Oh. Ohhh.

Shooting theatre. I know how to do that. And I love doing it. But nothing is a greater honor than the Hospice assignments that wobble my knees. 

Happy New Year to all my theatre friends. We are indeed fortunate to be able to do what we do.

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