The Boys of Summer

All photos by Tina Lovett Photography, 2014.

I attended a photo shoot last night, one that lasted well into the evening and had me exhausted, wet, and windblown, like I’d spent my whole day deep-sea snapper fishing. Before I even had my first cup of coffee this morning, the photographer had uploaded the pictures and posted them on Facebook for me and everybody else in our small town to scour through. Smiling to myself and fighting back tears, I dissected every photograph and matched it with each of the dozens of mind-snapshots I still remembered so clearly from the hours we all spent together the night before.

Yes, we now live in a world of mass shared experiences, almost to the point of being voyeuristic. And you know, sometimes I think social media allows us to share too many of each other’s experiences, to be quite honest. Through Facebook and Instagram you can see how strangers spent their weekends, and where coworkers went on vacation. Sometimes I even get to attend a wedding I wasn’t even invited to. But so much is lost when that happens. So much of the stories behind those images, recollections lost for the people who are only peering from the computer. They will never know what really happened, what beautiful memories were made as those clicks rang out from the camera capturing them. What most people take away from other people’s pictures is so sadly…incomplete. Read more

Don’t Ever Give Up On Mascara

PC: J. Lemos A. Lemos Instagram @_jessicalemos_

My recent stint in the hospital as my son healed from a dog bite gave me way too much time to sit around and judge people. I did this for nine days.  Nine days of coming into and out of Sacred Heart Hospital, visiting the cafeteria, walking to the gift shop for stamps and exchanging comforting smiles with other exhausted parents in the children’s wing where we were staying. I noticed something about people. Life has kicked their asses and you can see it in their faces. Read more