Anything you ever put in front of your camera, you have to love. Truly. Madly. Deeply. Whether it’s a person, a flower, a dog, or the muddy tire of a tractor, you have to be mad for it. Absolutely in love with it. Whatever anybody says you have to know in your heart that it’s beautiful.
Before I make a picture of value to me, I ask myself, “Do I love this?” I analyze my love for the subject, and that study of why I love what I am about to photograph gives me a grip on my day. –Tim Walker, The Photographer's Playbook
I love this scene of the Fire Department on Cary Street in Richmond with its clean lines, painted white bricks and small pops of color. The bench outside the building seems a fitting symbol for the delicate balance between the leisure of waiting or conversation and the urgency of the 911 call that might arrive at any moment.
I love the memories associated with the local Fire Department in the rural town where I grew up. The Fire Department was home to weekly Bingo games where the prizes were sacks of flour and sugar or other pantry staples. The Ladies’ Auxiliary hosted spaghetti dinners to raise money for worthy causes, and the doors were often opened for school reunions, dances, and baby showers. A place that existed for the purpose of protecting and often saving us, expanded to embrace not only tragedy but also hope.
It really is all about the love.