I have exciting news for you! Today I am introducing my first contest :D
Photography is so wonderful because it tells a story with no words. It makes you feel something by using your eyes, not your mouth. However, I am a big fan of words. I love to talk and read! So, this is the contest:
Send me an e-mail (kristenleighphotography@gmail.com) about a person you want to honor. Your fiance, spouse, parent, sibling, child, friend, relative - anyone! I want to know about that person from your point of view. I want to hear what is unique about them, why you respect them, why you love them!
I will pick from the stories and decide on a winner. The winner will win a free shoot (woot! woot!), if possible, with that person. However, I understand that locations will vary, so it might not be realistic. Nonetheless, you will win a shoot! An engagement, family, child, "friend" shoot all on me! And, I will post your story and a few pictures on my blog!
There will also be prizes for the runners-up :D
So, send me your stories and spread the word (esp. to those fiances...)! I cannot wait to hear the stories!
Meanwhile, here is my first "Honor" post for my dad and grandpa:
Enjoy! And, Dad, I hope you are honored.
~ George and Alan Snyder ~"An only childAlone and wild""And he gave to meA gift I know I neverCan repay"The other day my dad was talking to me about something our family is working through. And he started to talk to me about his dad.
"My dad - no matter what I did - was there for me. He loved me with an unconditional love and I always knew that."
"He tried to be a soldier onceBut his music wouldnt wait"My grandpa fought in World War Two in the Battle of the Bulge. I can't find any of his military pictures, but he was awarded the Purple Heart and Silver Star. I am quite proud of him.
When I was born my dad called his dad to let him know "It's a girl! She's here!" I have been told that the moment he heard that, he jumped into his car and drove from his home in New York, to ours in Kensington, Maryland. I have been told over and over how much he loved me and how excited he was to see me.
My grandpa died when I was six. I don't remember a lot about him, but the memories I have are very strong ones.
I remember sitting on his lap in his family room, reading the only children's book he had, an original Bearenstein Bears. I sat on his "bad knee" at first, and I remember asking him about it and praying for him.
I remember singing "Do Your Ears Hang Low?" for him one bright afternoon and I remember, so clearly, that he was laughing very hard. The rest of the adults were quite annoyed, but he was giving me his full attention and I, to this day, love that about my grandpa.
My grandpa loved - no, adored - sports. When my dad was in highschool, my grandpa would save everything that my dad had. We have in our basement boxes and boxes and boxes of newspaper clippings, tournament standings, pictures, awards, Letters from my dad's life.
"My life has been a poor attemptTo imitate the manI'm just a living legacyTo the leader of the band" That love of sports has been passed on :)
But, so has the unconditional love.
I think it is hard for people to understand what happened when he started to coach me. Our relationship flourished.
The lessons I learned from him - on and off the court - are literally life changing. I am brought to tears just thinking about the way my grandpa led my dad through sports, then my dad to me and my siblings. It is so very special to me and I only wish I could play for him more.
"The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul"
My dad was saved when he was in his young 20's. My grandfather, however, remained opposed. Both my dad and grandpa have lived incredibly hard lives. And both would seem like "that guy" who could never be saved.
But, God moved, and near the end of my grandpa's life, he was changed. Cancer humbled him in a new way, and my grandpa was weak. My dad still says that he has never seen a more changed person. Grandpa did not fully understand salvation and the work of the cross, but he knew he was a sinner and he knew that God had provided a Savior. It was basically as simple an understanding as possible, but it was all he needed.
Dad, I love you. I honor you. I want to live like you do. I could go on for hours about you, but I hope you know how very much I love you!
Grandpa, I wish that I could have know you better, but I am so proud of you. I cannot wait to see again!
I want to be a legacy of the lives of these two men.