Holy Crop! is going to wax a little philosophical this morning with a bigger picture story.
All of our lives are cropped. The Crop Handles are dragged from our birth across the tapestry of our lives until our death. Sometimes the crop boundaries encompass all the pixels we can collect, and sometimes a life is cropped short. This was the case for my brother, Marvin who was laid to rest 10 years ago, Sunday. His was a life cropped short at the age of 37.
As I stumbled through my pre-DSLR archives looking for an appropriate image to chronicle the 10-year milestone, I happened upon this image taken at the previous year’s Renaissance Festival where he was photographed unveiling his latest creation – a Viking version of the stadium Foam-Dome. As I recall, it was a hit. After posting a brief remembrance on Facebook, I looked at the image again.
It needed a crop.
So, little brother, in honor of a life cropped short, I offer you this more powerful version of yourself with the flotsam jettisoned, and your life expanded to the frame’s edges. I would have liked to have done more for you but their exists no Content-Aware Fill for lives cropped short.
Rest in peace.
Rikk Flohr © 2013