So here is another everyday beautiful gallery of photos – meaning not quite full official session – just me visiting with a new friend and deciding to bring my camera along because my new friend has a ten-day-old newborn and honestly, I just can’t not take new baby photos, I love newborns so much. I was getting some major flashbacks, because this baby is number four for this family – and since I have four, I remember very vividly the days when my own number four came home.
Documentary, storytelling photography is my passion. There is a place for the classic portrait shot, but I also know that there are plenty of photographers who are already doing a great job of providing that. Here is what I am in love with photographically: looking for the genuine story of your family.
I really wish that I had photos like this of myself when my 12 year old was one year and still nursing.
It again speaks to me of why I’ve chosen to focus on family and newborn photography – it’s one of those fleeting but beautiful moments that is absolutely etched in my mind and heart – makes my heart simply ache to remember my own children as toddlers – to remember the rituals of bath time and reading, of stuffed animals and first nurseries. Of little hands who are busy playing with your shirt, your hair, your face while nursing. How busy little toddler’s world stops and becomes calm. Well, mostly calm! There is some squirming and protesting involved I will admit. Still, eventually there is peace, and simply connecting.
Do you know how sometimes, your everyday routine can just get so tedious, so tiresome, that your body and mind are just screaming for a break? Spring break just couldn’t come soon enough for me! We were thankful to be able to hitch onto our grandparent’s farm, and to invite friends to spend some of the time with us. That meant tire swinging, stream explorations, stick wars, reading and quiet times, campfires, and shirtless-tractor-tire-king-of-the-mountain. It gave me both a break from routine, and some extra time to spend with the kids in a fresh setting. A new setting jumpstarts my photography brain too, which was getting into it’s own winter rut. I loved having an extended time to look for the emotions of childhood: the joys, the silliness, competition, the sadnesses.
As a parent and photographer, there are certain rhythms of life that I love to photograph – and some of that is in how I look to capture the rituals of our yearly calendar. Right now, that is Spring. Spring means lots of things. The end of hibernation. Warm weather and changing to short sleeves and bare feet. Obvious things like picking dandelions and running through green grass, collecting cherry blossoms. Another is Easter – As a Christian this means to me a reflection on life, and life that is birthed after hardship, sorrow, darkness, injustice.
As I am busy with processing and photoshoots for other people, in the background I worry that I will lose the passion of my first photography love – taking photos of my own kids! I’m committing this spring to make sure that doesn’t happen. I will take pictures of my own freakin’ kids gosh darn it! And hopefully you’ll enjoy the window into our world.