A few of the most treasured people in our lives come to us through fits and starts over a very long time. We hardly notice. Until one day. That’s the way I came to know this man. The first time I saw him was on a weekend afternoon. He was standing in my daughter’s swimming pool. I paid no attention. The next time I saw him, he was sitting on her patio near the pool. We were alone so I started a conversation. It wasn’t much of a conversation. I asked if he lived there. No, he had his own house in a neighborhood close-by. I asked if he had a job. Yes, sort of. I didn’t ask his name. I must have seen him a few other times, but I can’t recall when they might have been.
My daughter went to Vegas some months later on a weekend holiday with a friend. The friend from the pool. On Monday, I remembered she was gone. I asked my office manager, M, if she’d heard from her. No, M had not. About that time, the phone rang. I heard M pause for an unusually long time. Then, she asked, “What’s his name?” I saw her make a note. She always did that. I hoped it wasn’t some complaining customer. M had the presence of mind to scribble the name of my son-in-law on a notepad.
Among the many things JC does for me is to run over with his camera when I call. It’s one of the things I appreciate so much about him. One day, I saw this Momma and her fledglings sitting on my fence. Here are the photographs he shot for me. They reflect his gentle spirit. I love them and I hope you will too.
JC’s heart is in wildlife photography. He almost didn’t tell me that one of his deer photographs was the cover image for the Texas Wildlife Magazine’s Bow Hunters edition last year. He is a bow hunter too. He emailed these photographs to me. When I saw them, I smiled. He knows me. He knew I would like soft colors. JC is sensitive like that. I am a fortunate old woman.