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What's The Point?

This image is about more than a little girl trying to catch the mist from the hose her mom is holding. It's about an ordinary Summer day when you spend all afternoon outside with your child, participating in the joy of childhood and not just being a spectator. It's about the laughter you shared as the mist landed on her tongue and eyelashes. It's about how you grew in your mom's heart and then you ended up stealing it. It's about a family pet, the little poodle that passed away suddenly and all that's left are cherished memories and photographs. It's about seeing the heart of a family, not just the outside. It's about motherhood and childhood and love.

If the point of getting family pictures taken is to represent this time in your life then honest images will always win me over. I always say the best family photographs go below the surface of what we look like because we're so much more than that. There's no need for epic landscapes, props, poses or co-ordinated outfits. Just show up as yourself and have a speck of trust in me - it's all I need to heartcraft meaningful photos that will soon become a part of your family's history. 

Interested in a Spring or Summer session? Send me a message for more info, I would love to work with you!

Morning Routine

The default ringtone on my iPhone tells me it's time to wake up. It's 7:45am and I'm not a morning person. I make my way downstairs and peek into your room to see if you're awake yet. Some days I find you watching Ellen clips on YouTube or drawing. Most days you're still asleep. I've learned you prefer a calm and quiet Good Morning instead of a cheerful Rise and Shine! Before you get dressed you request french toast for breakfast. 2 pieces, preferably on white IGA bread. Once in a while you'll change it up and ask for a ham and cheese omelette, or toast with Nutella, a greek yogurt on the side. Your favorite flavor? It's a tie between coconut and cherry. Last year you liked oatmeal but now you say it tastes like cat litter. While you eat your breakfast I pour myself a coffee and prepare your lunch which usually consists of a ham, cheddar and mayo sandwich, or sometimes, if I'm feeling particularly ambitious in the prep department you get Aunty Boo's turkey wrap - on a tomato tortilla complete with mayo, sriracha, avocado, and shredded raw beets, cabbage and carrots. To go with your sandwich/wrap you get some raw veggies (sometimes with dip) and either a piece of fruit, some cubed melon or a mixture of blueberries/raspberries/blackberries. For your snack you always choose either watermelon, an apple, kolbassa & cheese & pickles, or caesar salad. I fill your water bottle and toss in a few lemon and lime wedges if we have any. If I remembered to put them on the Sunday lunch list, you tell me it's nice to have lemon/lime flavoured water once in a while. I agree. Your hair is a 50/50 toss up. Some days I braid it, some days you brush it and leave it down. You disappear into the washroom to brush your teeth. I take a sip of my lukewarm coffee. I notice (every day) brushing is taking longer than it should and you come out with your iPad in your hands. You brushed while watching another Ellen clip or a snippet of a Dan TDM/Stampy/Minecraft video. You put your shoes and jacket on. I look at the clock, it's 8:44am now. You're putting your backpack on and standing at the front door. I give you a kiss and hug. Have a wonderful day! See you after school! And that's when you start telling me something that just can't wait until after school.  I try my best to be patient, eventually blurting out, Ok Ava, we'll have to talk about it after school, ok? If you hurry you'll make it on time! Get going! The bell's going to ring any minute! I look at the time again, it's 8:56am. You have 4 minutes. You're not fond of being rushed; depending on your quality of sleep the previous night, you'll either let the pressure of being rushed irritate you or you'll let it roll off your back. I cross my fingers for the latter. You're hesitant, you have more to say but you decide you better get going. I wait a few seconds for you to get a head start before I step out to watch you. You're pedaling. I can see you at the crosswalk. Please don't be late. Phew. You made it on time. I hear the bell ring. I finish my cold coffee.

I wonder what other people's mornings are like, are they relaxed or rushed? what does your morning routine look like? 

Almost 8

ava recently: last weekend she asked for a journal. she has taken a liking to writing and is working on a story about our family. she read it to me and laughed hysterically when she came to the part about marls barkley and how his farts smell like raw fish and cat tuna (eww). she thinks it's both disgusting and hilarious. she's been obsessing over losing her central incisors for weeks. every night she runs upstairs to grab the dental mirror to study the progress of the wiggly teeth. the left one finally fell out a few days ago and she's happy that regular biting/chewing can resume for a few days before the right one starts dangling. she's been asking questions about our family and the ones we never had a chance to meet. i told her about her great great granddad, nels johnson, who owned the blacksmith shop museum in sexsmith and how it has been designated as a provincial historical site. she's intrigued and says she would love to visit. i see a road trip in the near future. 

Liquid Envelope

it was once we entered the shallow end that she chose to be brave and asked to learn how to swim without her life jacket. a big step for our girl, the one who always reminds us to pack her buoyant, pink vest. 

her first time swimming ended up being in the same outdoor pool that i learned how to swim in, in 1984. it brought back memories of those sweet summer days that lingered and felt endless. being 6 years old and walking to the pool with my sister, teenage uncles and cousins. snapshots flipping through my mind of uncles and cousins jumping off the diving board, fearlessly, while my sister and i played and swam in the shallow end, not having worked up enough courage to take the leap yet. so many good memories in that small town, outdoor pool.

it's times like this, when i'm not thinking about taking a picture, that i really feel and see. being in water is a freedom like no other. it awakens my soul. daily responsibilities and anxieties flow away and i'm really in the moment. it's the way the light catches and reflects. and the way those tiny molecules envelope our skin; how fascinating that we feel them, yet we can't see them wrapped around us. it's the graceful way her hair flows and the dance she does, submerged. it's like we're in a different world being surrounded by tiny bubbles that look like shining stars in outerspace. 

forever i'll wear these liquid memories in a locket around my neck.

[all shot with iphone. and i adore every imperfection]

the chorus: wonder // motherhood with a camera

my dear friend, amy grace, of a beautiful life photo is the amazing soul behind the genius project called 'the chorus'. it's an honor to be a part of the chorus this can read it over on her blog, motherhood with a camera.

and if you have some time, pour yourself a cup of your favorite tea and enjoy exploring her essays and previous posts.

your heart will thank you...i promise.