Sometimes we're so focused on taking pictures of our family that we forget to take pictures of our home. I never knew how important this was until I had children of my own, and after searching, I found precious few photos of the home where I grew up. Something happens when we become a parent; we start to think about our own childhood in ways we never really did before having children.
This family asked for photos after their third child, a daughter, was born.
But life kind of got in the way, and the session was postponed. And then someone had the flu, so the session was postponed. And then I had surgery, so the session was postponed. But finally, earlier this year, we managed to find a date that worked, and the stars aligned and everyone remained healthy, and what happened when I arrived can be seen in the photos herein.
There is something so beautiful and so pure and so innocent about babies. And it isn't just that they are tiny and soft and delicate. It's more than how deeply they trust and how vulnerable they seem. It's that they give us hope for the future. Babies remind us that there is goodness and purity in the world; that there exists the potential for a love so strong and so deep that it defies explanation.
This is the second installment of a 10 on 10 project that I'm participating in with a group of extremely thoughtful and talented photographers. Very simply, it's a series of 10 photos that I made on the same day which I will be sharing on the 10th day of every month. My goal is to tell a story.
I don't know about you, but a few years ago, I was taking fairly uninspiring pictures of my kids. I really, really, really wanted the photos to come out spectacularly, but, well, for one reason or another, they didn't.