Some of you saw this on Facebook. I thought I'd share here too.
I'm sentimental. I mean, stupidly sentimental. There is a nerve that goes from my memory directly to my heart...and detours to my tear ducts, on occasion.
So, as I am working on digitizing the remainder of my Digital 8 tapes onto my desktop computer, I occasionally run across footage I just can't ignore by tucking away for safe keeping where it might remain buried on a hard drive for stumbling across later. I stop what I'm doing, and make something of the digital memory.
Last night, I found the footage below. Honestly, I wouldn't have known it existed without working on this little project. It jarred me. I stopped what I was doing and brought it into the editing software. From there, I made a brief clip that I can watch when I want, and share, mostly.
The little boy in the footage is gone. He's nothing more than a memory, a photograph, or, in this case, a video clip. I see him almost every day, but not in the exact package depicted below. It kinda shakes me. He and his older sister are blessings in their current, young adult form. However, I do miss the little kids they once were.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzfiC2Un160&t"]Hunting with Dane - YouTube[/ame]
I'm sentimental. I mean, stupidly sentimental. There is a nerve that goes from my memory directly to my heart...and detours to my tear ducts, on occasion.
So, as I am working on digitizing the remainder of my Digital 8 tapes onto my desktop computer, I occasionally run across footage I just can't ignore by tucking away for safe keeping where it might remain buried on a hard drive for stumbling across later. I stop what I'm doing, and make something of the digital memory.
Last night, I found the footage below. Honestly, I wouldn't have known it existed without working on this little project. It jarred me. I stopped what I was doing and brought it into the editing software. From there, I made a brief clip that I can watch when I want, and share, mostly.
The little boy in the footage is gone. He's nothing more than a memory, a photograph, or, in this case, a video clip. I see him almost every day, but not in the exact package depicted below. It kinda shakes me. He and his older sister are blessings in their current, young adult form. However, I do miss the little kids they once were.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzfiC2Un160&t"]Hunting with Dane - YouTube[/ame]
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