12/24/2025
It’s Christmas Eve Eve and after spending most of the past month in South Florida and briefly stopping home today before heading back out to be with family, I’ve found myself sitting with something that has been quietly settling in my heart.
Last week, after coming in from my riding lesson, I was told that Harry Benson would be stopping by in the next few minutes, and by chance that turned into sitting down together and talking.
What moved me was not the scope of his life or the history he has stood beside, but the way he spoke about what it means to be behind the camera when life is unfolding in front of you.
For him, photography has never been about spectacle or distance. It has been about responsibility. About recognizing a moment as it is happening, and honoring it without turning away.
We spoke about art, about culture, about Scotland, soccer, about paying attention to people rather than outcomes, and about the seriousness of truly seeing what’s in front of you.
He spoke about photography as art, movement and energy, about trusting instinct in moments that don’t announce themselves in advance, and that resonated deeply with the work I do every day, sitting with people, listening carefully, and honoring the parts of their humanity that don’t ask to be staged or softened.
What I cherished about that exchange was how naturally two people shaped by different crafts arrived at the same place. A respect for real life as it is, and for the care it takes to witness another human being honestly.
Sitting among his photographs, I didn’t feel close to history. I felt close to humanity. To the understanding that when we choose to truly see one another, something is preserved that would otherwise disappear.
As Christmas arrives, that reminder feels especially meaningful. Not everything of value can be wrapped, purchased, or displayed.
Some of the most lasting gifts are moments of presence, kindness offered without agenda, and the simple act of seeing one another clearly. Those moments are gold, and I hope this season brings you a few of them, in whatever form they find you.