It is seemingly impossible to take too many photos of your children, but it is possible to take too few. When I first picked up a camera I shot everything. All. The. Time. My camera seemed to be permanently positioned in front of my face. I have folder upon folder on my computer of photographs of my girls. Archived by year and then by month and sometimes even by event. Every year since 2009. But then I realized the other day that I don’t have one folder for 2013. No January. No February. No March. I promised myself I would never stop shooting just because. But I did. I rarely pick my camera up anymore when I’m at home. And I hate that. A lot. Ferris Bueller once said that “life is pretty short. If you don’t stop to look around once in awhile, you could miss it.” So last...
the time I played in the snow on a perfect winter day.
No matter how often I may say otherwise, I’m not that old. I suppose technically I’m still young, but I am old enough to know that life is short. Fleeting, really. And the best parts move at the fastest speeds. Though the clock seems to slow during the parts we know we need to savor, the second we blink time has sped up and memories are whisked feverishly into the annals of our minds. Stacked and categorized by sensation and feeling. Momentum and mood. It’s a cruel trick that time plays on our minds, and on our hearts. This dichotomy of time and movement was the most clear to me when my grandfather was in the last months of his life. As I watched him slowly fade into the recesses as a tired, old man, I also watched my daughters spring into their childhood. Loud, voracious, awkward and gangly. Their...
spring fever.
It’s going to snow here today. By the time I leave the cube farm I’ll be fighting through six inches of snow to get back to the wombfruits. I’m not looking forward to it. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m totally looking forward to it. I don’t like driving in snow, but I do LOVE snow. Especially when it comes in the form of lots and lots of it. With that said, however, I am really ready for summer. Short sleeves and flowy dresses. Sandals and red wine on warm, muggy nights. Pick up games of baseball and freeze tag. I’m ready. MORE than ready. And tonight, as I uploaded some frames that DRL shot on our D90 (that is currently for sale! Shameless plug! Buy my camera!), I found this image of Elena…and then I died a little. I’m getting a giant print of this photo made, so the next...
march | a month without
Happy March 1st, friends! Today finds me able to log on to facebook – officially – for the first time in 28 days. I know, I know, I haven’t exactly been invisible, but I did promise to update from my photo page. And even though I could post TO Facebook, I couldn’t SEE anything else. I didn’t see a newsfeed or like or photo or timeline or status update in the last four weeks. It was really nice. When I first decided to go Facebook Free I had a knot in my stomach. How would I know what my friends were up to? How would I keep in touch with people I don’t see? How would I know what I was missing?? But the truth is, I didn’t miss what I didn’t know I was missing. I didn’t feel disconnected or out-of-the-loop. I noticed my own loop, instead. I spent quality, distraction-free...
