LET’S DIG A LITTLE DEEPER
Let’s try for a moment to take all of the focus off of the idea that memories are made up only of portraits where everyone is smiling and looking at the camera. Let’s imagine for a second that we are living in a world where our memories didn’t live on social media and hard drives and USB’s and folders on our computers. Instead, let’s imagine that our memories lived all over our walls, and in photo albums that were always within reach. Take a deep breath (seriously, do it) and imagine, years and years from now when someone— your children, or a new friend, or your oldest friend are fingering through the pages of these albums…
Let’s fall into that visual a little bit....
Here you are, years later, back in the moment of some regular day in the middle of that dinner/bath/bedtime grind. You can smell the garlic and onions sautéing on the stove because it was spaghetti night. You can hear the tiny voices down the hall or up the stairs, and the pitter patters of their every move as they shuffle through the house. It’s the end of the day, and we all know what that looks and sounds like. I know the mail is scattered and covering multiple surfaces, the recycling is overflowing, and your officially running on empty—
Let me in
You’re looking at a photograph of you sitting down to dinner, one kid is throwing their food to the dog, and the other won’t touch a single bite. Or maybe your family dinner right now looks like your partner enjoying the grub while you’re over there dropping half of every bite on your baby who is nursing for the 67th time that day. Maybe you feel touched out. Maybe all you can see is the mess, and the things that you’re certain you might never cross off the list of things to get done—
Let me in
So many of our days look and feel the same as the last one, and the next one. Most importantly, even the most wonderful day with our children also means there will be unpleasant happenings, but I have witnessed and experienced some of the most beautiful tenderness that was born out of an impossibly difficult moment.
Photographs are a gift, and the most sacred power of a photograph is it’s ability to see beyond and in between all of that routine, and the tantrums, and the stuff all over the floor. I feel it is my most truest calling to be in this role, especially at this stage of my life. I’m here right now in the thick of motherhood with you. From two pregnancies to two births, I am so unbelievably here with you. What I want most is to be a seer for YOU— for just a little while. Just a quiet and gentle witness to the truth of your life, right now as it is.
Tell me something, have you ever been in the middle of something throughout the day and had something happen and think to yourself, i wish i had a photo of this?
Let me in
Let me be there for it, so that you can have it forever.
Please, and don’t wait.
Looking for some editorial photography? Is your Grandma’s 80th birthday coming? Please shoot me an email and tell me about your photo needs! I carve out plenty of room each year to keep things interesting with side gigs! I’d love to chat!