Armrolls, this is the only time in your life when they are welcome.
Those eyes, chubby hands, rolls…
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Armrolls, this is the only time in your life when they are welcome.
Those eyes, chubby hands, rolls…
Today I heard the saddest news. A dear friend is suffering. Her marriage is in trouble and both parties, with lots of love still in their hearts, have decided to take a break. This makes me sad. Really sad. Because every time I heard them speak they were loving and caring and kind to one another. My heart aches for her today as I know there is nothing I can do or say that will alleviate her pain. It’s deep and it has no words. It can’t be described, it can only be felt.
I’m scared too. I’m scared because there has been many times when I have thought of divorce and separation. When the stress of it all has overwhelmed me and I’ve pictured walking away with my little ducklings and starting over, but something stops me and I keep fighting. Sometimes I think it’s worthless. All the time and energy spent and trying over and over again. All the pride lost in looking over things I always said I wouldn’t look over. But I do, and I stay. Because I believe that he and my babies are worth fighting for. I stay because the fight needs to be fought in the arena and the day I walk away it will only be upon defeat.
Today I’m also thankful that he is in the arena with me. That knockdown after knockdown he lifts himself back up and keeps on fighting. I’m thankful that he too believes we are all worth fighting for.
Thank you for your continuous fight.
It’s a busy world. Busy life, for that matter, and in the midst of the chaos I forget. It’s only when I’m lying in bed at night that I remember that I am truly thankful for so many things. And that chaos is one of them, because without it, I would be lacking some of the things that are most important to me. So here I am with a new project in mind. I want to document the things that I’m thankful for. Some might be minute, others as large as the sky, but both equally important.
Last weekend I walked with Gavin into his room and closed the door behind me. I had my camera on hand with big plans to create the beautiful images floating in my head. So, I sat him down, picked up my camera, and when I looked back he was gone. He had lasted about 3 seconds. I sat him down again… now 2 seconds. I sat him down one more time, this time giving him my lens cap to distract his will to leave. Nothing. He left again. I was left with no choice but to sit back and snap quick photos of whatever I could capture in seconds. Maybe less than a second.
At the conclusion of our mini photo session I felt discouraged. I had imagined such beautiful images, yet I captured this:
As I clicked through the images on my computer screen later that day, I realized something: (1) This is all I’m going to get out of a nineteen month-old, and (2) I’m thankful.
I’m thankful that he is smart, and funny, and fast, and present. That he rather sit on my lap than look into my lens.
I’m thankful that he is playful, and devious, and that he finds hiding behind closet doors fascinating.
“Giving birth and being born brings us into the essence of creation, where the human spirit is courageous and bold and the body, a miracle of wisdom.”
– Harriette Hartigan
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
– Author Unknown
“What do you do? I’m a photographer. Oh, what kind?”
This is a common question I hear people asking photographers. Almost as if a “kind” is specific to what you photograph. They expect to hear: I’m a wedding photographer, or I’m a portrait photographer, or I’m a newborn photographer, but really my “kind”, my “style” is not based on the people I choose to photograph, but in how and why I photograph them.
When I first started photography back in 2009 I was scared and naïve. I followed the crowd and I really thought that my “niche” was who I wanted to photograph. It took some soul searching this time around to really figure out what makes me happy and who I am as a photographer. Mind you, this is an ongoing process, but I’ve learned that my photography is more than a person. I don’t and won’t limit my craft.
I take photographs to capture moments. Not something that is, but the essence of what can or will be.
I want to capture the way you look at the man of your dreams; the way you feel when he places his hand on your belly and you realize that life will soon be different and full.
My “niche” are those who are not afraid to be themselves and don’t hold back. Those that let me in – just a little – to capture an intimate moment.
My niche is not defined by age, gender, education, or interest. They are everyday people who know the value photograph.
So what “kind” of photographer am I? I’m the one that wants you to feel something when you look back at your images. The one that pushes you to let me in and goes above and beyond to capture the essence of your life, just as it is, right now. Something that – only years later – would make you realize just how important this moment truly was.