I’ll share some more sweet shots in a second, but first some words.
I can’t even begin to explain how much it meant to me to be able to photograph my friend Jen, her husband, and her son before they welcome their second child in a few short weeks. There’s something wonderful about capturing a family on the brink of growth and change. Jen writes about it so eloquently and honestly about it here, on her blog.
It reminded me of how important photography really is. It’s a concept that I struggle with, which is maybe strange coming from a photographer. After all, this is how I make my living, so shouldn’t I feel that it be absolutely paramount for everyone? Yes. But it is also something that gets put on the back burner, for financial reasons, lack of time, and lack of interest. And I get it. Because really, very few people get pumped up about dressing nice, combing their hair, and inviting a photographer into their homes or meeting at a park for an hour or two, all while trying to look “natural” and photogenic. When the weekend rolls around, I think most of us just want to hang out with our families, lounge around in our pajamas, and eat some bacon. And maybe, if we’re feeling extra fancy, we’ll run to Target and buy some dish soap and shampoo. Putting on real pants vs. bacon and pajamas? I think we all know the clear winner.
I’m guilty of neglecting photography with my own family. I think the last time we had someone truly photograph us was for our engagement photos. (We didn’t even have a wedding photographer, believe it or not.) Most of the time I just set up my camera on self-timer mode and we grab a few hastily composed shots on the porch, if that. But now that my son is older, I feel the need to capture us right now, just as we are in this very moment. One of my favorite things to do as a child was to page through the photo albums that my mom kept tucked away in the hall closet. The family portraits that we had done at Sears or Penney’s paint a vivid, sometimes hilarious picture of who we were at the time. My dad’s heavy tinted glasses and brown suit. Fluffy matching perms. My shiny patent-leather shoes and ruffly dress. Even today, I still love these photographs (no matter how dorky we looked) and I’m so grateful that my mom was so good about having our pictures taken. It means even more now that my dad is gone, and what remains now are just scraps of memories and our stack of albums – visual proof of our togetherness.
Well now. I’m all teary-eyed, so let’s look at some more pretty pictures, shall we? What a fantastic little session, with some pretty fantastic late-afternoon light.
P.S. Go get your pictures taken. Now. It’s worth it. I promise.