Christmas and all of it’s spun together web takes little bits here and little bits there to make a beautiful web… today… I finally feel caught up to date with my pictures…
I say that as I’m posting Christmas pictures… but being a Virgo… can drive one crazy but it’s ok.. hahaha…
it’s hard as a photographer… I try to only take one picture at a time… really feel the picture as I take it… and make sure it’s right… some people ask me how do I ever feel in the moment being a photographer… do you constantly take pictures and never really feel present… it’s completely opposite for me… I promise! I would have no pictures if I felt differently! being a photographer makes me constantly see things… a flour dusted table with dough cutouts… little girls reading a story to their elf that they believe in with all of their hearts… I see these things as beautiful moments… that I have to capture… or else my heart may explode… I have to freeze it so much for just a second longer… because it is… so beautiful. I see it… I smile.. I grab my camera… watching the moment through the lens feels so right and … really… seeing it… I snap… then put it away… that’s all… and now looking back today on almost 8 years of being a mamma… going through so many photo albums neatly organized and labeled to look at every day… and I am so damn happy I take these moments and document them all… because now I live it over and over and over again… I remember every day… clearly… in focus… and beautifully! and yes it is a pain in the ass organizing each season and backing up onto hard drives… but it’s part of me… and I wouldn’t want it any other way…
I know one day my girls will look back on images like these… in their underpants entangled in little girl magic of being sisters that love each other more than my heart can handle… I know they will love looking back at memories with me when they are grown…
this winnie the pooh jacket was mine when I was her age… every time she wears it it takes me back to being her age… I remember getting the zipper stuck in my hair… I remember the way it smelled like my parent’s old cedar chest… I think it still even does…
