There are photographers, and then, there are photographers.
Jim and his wife Lori wrote a wonderful little story about my blog and a book club I’d started and then the little preschool I helped to found just a few months after we’d moved here to our little town.
Many of you may remember this photograph that Jim took:
I found out about Jim’s passing a few days ago and he’d already been gone half a year.
I did not know much of Jim, except that he took one of the best pictures of my family (one I’ve enlarged and put on cards and passed around until now). Lori was kind enough to share with me this link to his portfolio and I am humbled.
Here was someone who had dedicated his life to a craft I’m just starting to pick up. Words fail (or maybe I just don’t know enough of them) to describe the mixture of sadness and honour I now feel to have been one of his subjects, even if it had been only a while.
Rest in peace, Jim. I hope you’re still making beautiful pictures wherever you are.