My blog post title feels a little odd, as it’s been pouring rain the last few days; however, it was a very beautiful Saturday, and we had a wonderful family trip to Charlie Daniels Park. My son got to play on a train, and I got some quality time with him in the wildflowers. I wish he would have looked up at the camera more, but he was busy enjoying the rocks and grass
So far, spring with a baby has been lovely. I’ve enjoyed experiencing the changing seasons with him as he grows. Soon my baby will be a toddler! Sometimes I still feel like I just got home from the hospital.
My neighbor’s mother said to me the other day, “When you have a baby… the days are long, but the months are short.” Very profound, and very true.
There’s a lovely little park that I never knew existed until after living in Mount Juliet for six months! Last week I got the privilege of photographing a wonderful family at Robinson Park, and they made for a perfect late autumn portrait session. The best part? They styled themselves in coordinating outfits of burgundy and black… so cute!
I’m just starting the process of launching my photography business. One of the first steps is taking weekend photo shoots! Hopefully by the time the weather warms up, I’ll be booking up lots of weekend slots. 🙂
I love traditions, especially holiday ones that you get to experience year after year — those traditions that leave you feeling incomplete without fulfilling them. My grandparents started this tradition of photographing the whole family with our empty stockings every Christmas Eve, and another photo with full stockings on Christmas morning. My grandpa always operated the camera, fussing with the self-timer and then running over to join us all in the shot. We never questioned it — it was just a thing we did. This will be my first Christmas without my grandpa, and being so far away from California, I definitely have a need for my own traditions this year.
Now that I have a baby in a different state, I’m trying to start traditional things we can do as a family. We just made our second trip to Country Cove Christmas Tree Farm (last year we had just relocated and I was pregnant). It was really cold! Luckily, there was some complimentary apple cider and hot chocolate to help warm us up.
We found a tree tucked in the back of the farm that belonged in our home.
It was very quiet and peaceful out in the tree groves, probably because it was such a cold weekend and most people were staying cozy at home.
Some tiny snowflakes started fluttering down on us as we were loading up in the car to leave, making our day an authentic winter experience.
See you next year, new holiday traditions!
It was one of those things that just sort of happened. My husband decided to match clothes with our son yesterday morning, and by the evening it became a spur-of-the-moment photo shoot.
We’ve had a big empty room sitting unused in the front of our new house — having a baby means buying new furniture is an unnecessary expense and low priority. My sights have been set on other things, such as gradually accumulating the parts for an in-home photo studio. After our son was born, I became employed as a newborn photographer at the hospital, and my passion for photography has been climbing. It is my dream now to have my own family photography business.
So when my flash speedlight arrived at my door yesterday, I got my lights and umbrellas all set up in that unused empty room — a.k.a. — my new home studio. When hubby got home from work, he and the baby were still in their matchy-matchy getup. I was messing around with my camera, taking pictures of them on the couch, and the lighting was terrible.
“Step into my studio,” I told my husband, and that’s when a casual evening turned into a fifteen-minute casual family photo shoot. The dog even stepped into the room, curious about what we were doing, and inserted herself into a couple of photos. The whole thing was spontaneous and fun, and the controlled lighting was so great that the photos maybe required 5-10 minutes of simple edits. I think I may have finally found my calling.