When my friend Sarah asked me to take pictures of her baby after she’s born, I knew that I wanted to take some maternity shots of her. We only had half an hour before sunset, which means we were rushing around the park getting as many photos as we could. Sarah has been a good friend of mine for the past couple of years. It’s like we were cut from the same cloth. I am honored to photograph her and her beautiful daughter Moira, and the little bundle of joy on her way into this crazy, beautiful world.
Is anyone still up with me? I’ve been sick all week, and still am having a hard time not feeling 100% yet. That makes it very difficult for me to actually fall asleep. Even after two Melatonin, I toss and turn trying not to cough up a lung. So here I sit, on my website, for the millionth time trying to get it perfect. The problem with “perfect” for an artist is that there is no perfect. Only perfectionism that seems to take control of our lives in the most untimely moments. I have been working on this site now for the past two weeks to get it looking “perfect”. Yet, I just can’t seem to make all of the pieces fit together just the way I want them too. But I am contemplating of letting the stress of perfectionist dictate to me how perfect I should be. I know that we all do it. We put unreasonable goals in front of us that just make us fret over why we didn’t accomplish them.
I have a friend of mine who I absolutely look up to. You can check out here site at: here. She’s smart, funny, extremely open, and writes like a comic champ. She also is so successful on her blog that she gets companies to send her free things so that she can do a write up on their products. Plus she has a million followers (well, that’s not true, but she has A LOT). Honestly, I have a little bit of blog envy. And that perfection starts to come out, and a little bit of my competitive nature. I wonder to myself as I try to fall asleep at night, ‘I wonder how many hits I have now? Should I go check?’. It’s all a little maniacal. Just by looking at Katie below you get a pretty good idea who she is; fresh, inspiring, courageous and self-admittedly a little judgemental. Which is what makes her real. How often do you find a friend like that? So I guess I shouldn’t want her dead then. That would be wrong just because I’m a selfish, envious and self-judging, and also very judgemental woman. I will let her live along with her fantastic blog site. I mean, it’s amazing and you need to check it out. Then like my posts. Then follow me too.
Disclaimer: By the way, this blog from time to time is going to divert away from photography. Especially, when I have insomnia. It takes me forever to write it because of the Melatonin, and often I’ll sit in silence for a few minutes trying to remember what I was going to say. You could say that I’m a bit of….there it goes again. Off like a unicorn farting to the stars.
With all of that said, I’m going to bid you au revoir (that’s French you know) 😛 and try again to get some zzz’s. Night to anyone who has taken the time to read this long piece. I have no idea what it’s about myself. Good on you for making the effort!
What is it about newborn babies that make just about every woman squeal with delight? Coming from a mother of zero, I can tell you what makes me squeal. This may seem a bit harsh, but I like it when they’re asleep. Now wait! You’re thinking what a horrible monster I am right? Why don’t you let me finish and I can explain myself (how many times have we all said that?). I love it when they are asleep because they are in zen baby mode. I think that they are having these wonderfully beautiful dreams that no adult can experience. I think that they are dreaming of some far-a-way land where they came from and are eager to get back. My theory is that is why they cry when they wake up. Reality sinks in and they’re back to a strange new world with lots of outside noises. I also really love sleeping babies because honestly, that’s the best time to photograph them. When they are quiet and asleep, far away from this world. Just look at Spencer below. He is the sweetest angel which makes this one of my favorite photos I have taken.
In general I just love kids. They are fun, full of life, and never really have to think about the mundane things in life that we adults do. Wouldn’t it be nice to travel back to the day’s of being a kid just for a week to experience the wonderment all over. Maybe we wouldn’t take our lives so seriously then. I digress. Look at Aedan here, only about a week old when he got his first of several glamor shots. Aedan, now seven years old, is one of the sweetest boys that you will ever meet. And brave! He already surfs and skateboards with his grandpa. Children are just beautiful angels, and while I don’t have any of my own, I make a really good aunt and baby sitter.