For the last few years, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to learn the art of photography. I’d say it’s been my saving grace. I have been living and breathing kids for 11 years and in those 11 years, I had lost a sense of who I was. Not intentionally, I just think it organically happened as motherhood took over. So when I started taking pictures, it felt so great to have a creative outlet. Something that was mine alone and something I could incorporate into my mothering. How? By taking pictures of my kids! So I took that idea and rolled with it. I’ve learned so much since I first started. I’m self-taught so what that looks like for me is, lots of internet researching/reading, lots of video tutorials, and lots of practice.
I take a lot of photos. A lot! I really enjoy taking photos for both the learning aspect and also because I just love taking photos of my family. So over the past few years, I’ve taken thousands of photos. I use Facebook and Instagram to share my favorites but that’s always really hard for me because they’re all my favorites. I drive my husband crazy trying to decide which photo is Facebook worthy. But recently I’ve decided that I don’t just want to take photos, I want to learn to tell stories. To me, this is the most beautiful part of photography. I want to give people a glimpse into my everyday life, the good, the silly, the fun, the sad, the hard, the exciting, the everything. I think that stuff is worth photographing because time is flying by faster than I can keep up and I want to be able to look back and remember the kind of life we lived.
Last night, my sweet husband took my two daughters and me on an ice cream date, on his skateboard. We had a great time in our little town and I’m so thankful these girls have such a fun, loving, and gentle dad.