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A gift from a friend

Photo by: Tim Bindner Photography

Recently I received a gift from a friend.  It was unexpected but it meant so much.  A simple gesture, an act of kindness, a show of love and friendship.

I met Miranda via Instagram based on a recommendation from my buddy Mark.  Like most things, he recommends I seriously consider and highly respect his suggestions.  This was true to form.  I began following Miranda on Instagram, Facebook and even viewing her website.  I stuck up a few online conversations and got the nerve to ask her for an interview.  I wrote about that here.

Eventually, text and online correspondence led to a few phone calls.  I admired her work and even discussed creating a book of my own and she admitted wanting to do one as well.  Specifically, I saw two pictures that I loved.  My passion for nature, especially trees is well known.  When I saw this photo (single tree) I was floored.  I even asked her if I could buy a copy.  Nothing really came of that.  I then saw another photo that I have been trying to find myself (Mark you promised to find something similar in North Carolina for me to shoot).

Well, I opened the mail the other day and to my surprise, I have an 8×10 of each picture above along with a handwritten note on the back of yet another postcard photo she had taken.  These are now treasures to me.

If you love or even like photography, please take some time to log onto Instagram and view her wonderful work.  She inspires me to shoot.  I am a huge fan of her monochrome (Black and white) photos.  Please check her site out here.

I have never met her in person but I feel a great connection to Miranda.  I want to thank Mark for pointing me in her direction and Miranda not only for the photos but the guidance and friendship she has shown to me.  One day I will meet her in person.  That will be a great day.

I will leave you with a quote that came to mind when writing this post today.  Jim Henson says “There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.”

Until next time,

Tim

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