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This moment happened tonight when trying to capture our good friends’ son. He was upset that his Dad left the room and wanted nothing to do with me…. he wanted his Mom. I couldn’t resist the shot because I too often feel my own little one’s arms around my legs when they’re upset and I had the opportunity to see the moment from his level. It seems so impersonal doesn’t it, I mean what are a pair of legs to offer a child? Yet it’s the most secure place in the world apart from their parent’s embrace.

This week I have several mini sessions scheduled and am excited to see how they turn out. I have a feeling it’s going to have ups and downs but when all is said and done I’m hoping to come out with some good experience and happy families!

Happy Sunday evening!

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Today was a learning curve day for me. I practiced playing with my settings in Manual (which is primarily all I’m shooting in these days with some aperture priority). Had some true understanding of how to get those lower light shots to look a little nicer. Enough camera talk that only my fellow photography buddies will appreciate.

Today I got crafty and made a valentine-ish banner for my mini sessions that are happening next week (yay!) and went antique shopping with my Dad and Jack. My Dad and I love going rummaging and going to antique stores. Thank, when we got home my Mom pointed out the beautiful moon outside so I took advantage of the opportunity and captured some beautiful still shots. Then I thought it would be fun to practice a silhouette shot so here’s my baby boy Jack pointing to the moon (or so we would like you to think…. hehe)
Happy weekend everyone!

Beautiful day out today. Aylah went outside twice to play. We had some snow hanging around still so she took advantage of that.

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Not much to say today, I’ll let the pics do the talking. I’m itching to do some more professional looking photos but I love snapshots just as much. I ‘spose this project will be easier to commit to if I don’t expect the world out of myself right away. I will say that I’m including the pillow fight shots to show myself growth later. I struggle with shutter speed and how to shoot indoors in terrible lighting. I guess that’s what my speed light is for. Enjoy the album. I’m probably limiting myself to no more than 3 images a day, and only in storyboard form. Hope everyone’s having a great week!

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So the idea behind this 366 day project blog is to capture experiences. These days, as a Mom, the best experiences for me to share are my kids. Now, I realize it’s WAY too hard to resist plastering Mamarazzi paraphernalia all over the web. I mean ‘cmon not only are our kids ADORABLE, but they’re these little miracles that walk around verifying your competence as a contributing member to the human race. When they’re amazing they are hands down AMAZING and straight from the best your gene pool has to offer. When they’re “not-so-amazing” you can simply blame the weakest link of the other parent’s gene pool. So, today I decided to get a little creative with a PB&J sandwich and solicited my 2 1/2 year old for a photo op. I found a little cookie cutter of the #2 and thought, “oh, how cute for her album”. All I wanted her to do was hold the #2 out so I could get a shot of her with it. I was told that there would be no pictures of Aylah (yes, this is what she still calls herself, 2 year old narcism is great, isn’t it?). Disappointed, I grabbed a couple of grumpy shots of her protesting, you can see the cute little #2 PB&J sandwich off to the side. Out of respect for her wishes I was about to give up then I realized, “that’s right she’s been falling for reverse psychology”. I couldn’t resist the temptation. I quickly said “Aylah, don’t you hold up you #2 sandwhich for me! Don’t you do it!” ….. and WHAM! Up surfaced this happy toddler willing to show the world the pride she had in her fun #2 sandwich. UGH! I love it, too, that her hair still has evidence of her cute pigtails being ripped out because “Aylah not want bows in hair”. My Mom would scold me for tricking her, accusing me of teaching her to “disobey”. No offense Mom but something tells me this independent little 2 year old needs no lessons in disobedience. She’ll be just fine like the rest of us who had parents do the same when we were 2. I hear 3 is even better!