I’ve created a photography blog.
I’ll continue to share photos here and links to my new blog. But for some time I’ve wanted to separate my personal and professional blogs. I love to speak the truth; I enjoy sharing my personal life, but there have been days that I feel badly about sharing a heartache right next to someone’s bridal or newborn photos. Photography is something that has brought me great joy; I love the opportunity to frame life through my lens, to search for beauty. Often taking photos is the best therapy for a hard day– my troubles dissolve as my mind shifts to aperture, shutter speed, back lighting, ISO, how to capture the curve of her cheek or his genuine smile.
My heart has been wandering down memory lane as I’ve copied photos from the last three years onto my new blog. I’m amazed at what I’ve produced. Perhaps that sounds vain? But it’s so easy for me to see the photos I didn’t get, the mistakes, the discard pile– and I’m in awe of all the portraits I’ve done right. Last week, I told my sister that I’m terrible at baby photos, so I was surprised to review dozens of captures that I truly love. I honestly believe I receive God-given help with my photography. Before every session, I pray to see people as God sees them and I receive help beyond my own skills.
The blog isn’t quite done. I have several photos from last winter that I need to add; I need to publish prices (I am oh-so-terrible at charging for my photography), and I need to add an ‘about me’ page. What shall I say? I think my best skills are capturing each person’s true beauty and love between family members. I’m also a generous photographer– if you want a disk, I’ll make if for you. More prints? I’ll get them to you at my cost. I don’t think I’m very good at photographing families. It it OK to admit that? Ooh, I also need to add information about various products– engagement books, wedding albums, mini accordion books, birth announcements. Phew, that sounds like more than enough to keep me busy for a while.
Coming soon… Isabella and Patrick’s wedding day.