This site has been in transition recently. My photo journey has been in flux, as well.
I’ve been doing more flower photography lately. This is my favorite shot from this week, from that group of shots. This is the planter by our mailbox.
I love all kinds of photography. However, I had stopped doing photography here at home. I had stopped just getting the camera out to catch candids of the kids. I had stopped shooting in that lovely ACROS black and white simulation I love so much.
My intent is to focus more on the fine art side of my photography. I found that side of myself early in my photo journey and I’ve ignored it over the past couple of years. In these last few weeks, though, I’ve re-discovered that nature and still photography is a balm to my soul.
My hope is there will be limited prints, probably on canvas, of a lot of this work available at some point.
This week has been about getting on a regular housekeeping routine. I know that’s not exactly photo-related, but it is life-related. I instituted a laundry day and it has changed the way I look at housework, for the better. We could have folks show up right now unexpectedly the whole house is in great shape (aside from the garage, which is in flux as we take trips to Goodwill). This is a much-needed change for the better and we are all enjoying it.
Occasionally, I like to pull out the manual focus lenses. My favorite is a legacy lens from my parents– the Minolta 50mm MD Rokkor-X 1.4. It’s so much fun to slow down and really think about the shots I want, as well as choose precise focus points. This lens, aside from my Fuji 35mm f2, is my favorite of the bunch for fine art-type shots.
Happy Easter, everyone!
At nine-something this morning, this one will officially be four years old. I say nine-something because I can never remember the actual minute because I was unconscious at that particular moment in time. C-sections with general anesthesia are like that.
He is a sweet one, Oliver. A good family friend likes to say Oliver is an absolutely perfect mix of his brothers Porter and Liam. Playful like Liam, quirky sense of humor like Porter, and the tie that makes his brothers look related to one another. Because it’s true that before there was Oliver, Porter and Liam really didn’t look like brothers.
He was a surprise to all of us but really, this family is complete in a way that it would never have been without him. This boy that loves Doc McStuffins and light sabers and things with wheels and soccer balls. This boy with the highest pitch cry I have ever heard come out of a baby’s mouth. This boy that instinctively reaches for my hand every time we get out of the car. without. fail.
Oliver is a wonderful person in his own right. That fact cannot be overemphasized enough.
His turning four, though, makes me retrospective about this journey of motherhood I’ve been on for now eleven and a half years. I’ve grown as a mother–as a person– because of this boy. And I’ll be forever grateful to him because of that.
Our anniversary is a couple of weeks away yet. But this post should come now, in this moment, while I can say these things about my husband.
It’s been nearly thirteen years since we stood in front of God and fifty-eight of our closest friends and family and promised for better or worse. It’s been better and worse in that time. This man never falters or wavers. He is my rock. He is wise enough to understand me better than I understand myself, at times. He is a patient, wonderful father. He is always there waiting, when I need space. I don’t know what good things I did that the universe sent me Jared, but I will be forever grateful that we found each other.
The best decision of my life, without a doubt, was to marry Jared. He is the love of my life. It is a privilege to get to spend my life with him.