There's still so much you haven't seen...

There's a lot to my photography that you haven't seen.

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I take a lot of pictures of my family and everyday life around the house. Sometimes I capture things that are seemingly ordinary. Like the photo above. The classic flowers in a vase with some back light from the sun rise.

But, it's actually more.

Those flowers were given to me for Mother's Day from my family. A Mom. I'm a mom. The most impressive and the proudest title that I have. Can you believe when I was younger, I never planned to be one? I was surrounded by babies growing up. My siblings are much younger than I so my first impression of babies was exactly what a real life baby is: a crier, a pooper, and a sleeper. Annoying, gross and boring; according to my 8 year old self. And because I was 8 years old when my first sibling was born, I remember very vividly these babies. I never had any desire to subject myself to that.

But God had other plans.

Mother's Day is very special to me because it's the one day out of the year we can celebrate a part of me that is special. And that's not selfish. I am someone's MOM! I am super special to two little someones, and knowing and understanding that just helps me to be a better one. Having a day to celebrate a part of you that is special and recognizing that is deserved and should be shared. My favorite part of myself is that I'm a mom. And I want to remember the flowers I was given because I'm that.

Sometimes I catch my kids doing something they always do, and I think about how sweet it is, and then I want to remember it forever. So, I bring out my camera and capture it. The exact angle in which I tend to view it. This isn't ideal for artistic lifestyle photography as it's vital to experiment with angles in order to capture a moment that expresses an emotion and sometimes unique angles capture those details that aren't otherwise highlighted. When capturing photos that are important to you, not just anyone can truly see the importance, the emotion, the expression the image is trying to portray, simply because not every moment is understood as deeply as the one who captures it.

Here's an example of what I mean....that little smile my nephew makes that creates these little wrinkles between his eyes on the bridge of his nose. It's identical to my sister's, whom I remember so vividly as a baby. She was my first born sibling. I was almost 8. She was so precious to me and I remember holding her for the very first time. I remember my elbows aching on the wooden arm rests of the hospital chair. I remember never wanting to let her go.

That smile is something that has a deeper meaning to us where as another person might just look at him and simply mention how stinkin' cute he is. Something as small and as simple as that is worth capturing. It takes me back to those precious memories I hold so close to my heart. It makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time, feelings I love to feel, feelings I never want to stop feeling.

We have cameras on us at all times of the day. Images do not have to follow any rules to be beautiful. They don't have to be taken with an expensive DSLR.

I encourage you to capture what you want to always remember with whatever you have. I then encourage you to print those images. Seal them in something and put them away for a rainy day. I guarantee every time you look at those images, whether it's tomorrow or 20 years from now; they are going to be the most beautiful images you have ever seen and one that is certainly worth having, saving, keeping safe.

One of the best feelings in the world is when a photo ignites you and floods your heart with memories.

 

Some more examples of what I mean:

I like to capture my children in their bedrooms because they evolve with them as they grow. It's something that happens so gradually and unnoticed...and for some reason it's always something I love seeing when looking at photos...rooms set up as they were "back then". It really sets the stage as memories are triggered. And she has always had this wild hair.

I like to capture my children in their bedrooms because they evolve with them as they grow. It's something that happens so gradually and unnoticed...and for some reason it's always something I love seeing when looking at photos...rooms set up as they were "back then". It really sets the stage as memories are triggered. And she has always had this wild hair.

My kids love to play board games...but they don't like cleaning up. So here I am...cleaning up...under the kitchen table...and I'm just thinking about how she won't need to stand on her tiptoes for long.

My kids love to play board games...but they don't like cleaning up. So here I am...cleaning up...under the kitchen table...and I'm just thinking about how she won't need to stand on her tiptoes for long.

I got that giraffe as a gift at my baby shower. He is well loved...still.

I got that giraffe as a gift at my baby shower. He is well loved...still.

My husband prefers fake Christmas trees. And it's moments like these that make me thankful for him. He does things all the time...just to make me happy.  Like wander through evergreen fields in search of the fattest tree that he has to then cut down by hand, drag out, pay for, and then deal with the fact that it will take up the entire living room.

My husband prefers fake Christmas trees. And it's moments like these that make me thankful for him. He does things all the time...just to make me happy.  Like wander through evergreen fields in search of the fattest tree that he has to then cut down by hand, drag out, pay for, and then deal with the fact that it will take up the entire living room.

I allow my children to play in the rain. This happens to be one of those times. Wearing her big sister's hand me downs and running around barefoot. I had suggested she go into the garage and put some boots on...but I should have specified "your rain boots". She looked so tiny in her daddy's boots. It was a good laugh, followed by a sweet "awe". One of my favorites.

I allow my children to play in the rain. This happens to be one of those times. Wearing her big sister's hand me downs and running around barefoot. I had suggested she go into the garage and put some boots on...but I should have specified "your rain boots". She looked so tiny in her daddy's boots. It was a good laugh, followed by a sweet "awe". One of my favorites.