Feeling a pull back to my camera and documenting the little things. Her little fingers dripping water spoke to me. 💛 *** On taking the shot… I used to worry about not living in the perfect Pinterest house when taking pictures. I started documenting my kids 9 years ago. We’ve moved 8 times since then including several cross-country moves; have lived in teeny student apartments, basement apartments, bunked with grandparents for months, lived in our own home under extensive renovation projects (still ongoing)—the works. This is what I’ve learned: All of those unideal surroundings will exist wherever you go, and they will always be changing. Everyone dislikes SOMETHING about where they live. But we have to draw a line, because, as important as homes are, it’s silly to internalize an aesthetic as defining your worth when much may be out of your control & likely change in a few years anyway. I’ve also learned the power of angles and lighting. I’ll never forget when we were living in the worlds *ugliest* tiny student housing that nevertheless had fantastic light—think hotel room light all the time—so I was able to create some great images and hide a lot of hideousness in light falloff and shadows. A fellow classmate during that time commented on one of my images, “Oh, I wish I had your house!!” 😂🤣 My kitchen is currently under renovation so we take a lot of images outside. Do what you have to do, but take the picture. Kitchens change but kids don’t keep. Here is our lovely 90s bath. It will not always be so… but Lydie will not always be four, either, and that is the far more critical point. 💛
