I was there one strange night in New Jersey when he had to hand over a roll of film to officials after photographing a series of smokestacks that he may or may not have been authorized to photograph.
I have stood by his side in the bracing cold on the streets of New York City so he could get the perfect shot of a doorway or a window or a shadow on the sidewalk.
I have drifted off to sleep at night as he has slipped outside to photograph our own city streets.
I also watched him gently fall into call center work to pay his graduate school bills.
And as he rose through the ranks to program and project manager positions, earning enviable salaries commensurate with his work ethic and smarts, I saw his love of photography move to the proverbial back burner—never leaving his side but relegated to a mere avocation as the demands of work necessarily enveloped him.
And then a layoff.
A hearty and heartfelt discussion of what is truly important, of what we ought to do with the very short time we are given, of the advice we’d give to our own children in a similar situation.
Remembering the adage, “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.”
I have always known Don Farias was a photographer.
And now he is Don Farias, Photographer.
One of his great loves.
Now center stage—his and ours.