A lesson learned through the photographer's lens.
For years and years and years, like all of us, I have been photographing my kids. I have taken pictures of them doing virtually everything in their lives. I've spent hundreds (thousands?) of dollars developing film photography and though wary of this new "digital" age, once I started using in in 2008, I have become blessedly thankful that I can now spend my money on something other than developing pictures.
This photo below is one I have always treasured. It's Carter's hands when he was three holding sweet spring pink petals, his little denim shirt peeking through. Adorbs! I thought I would re-create this on Mother's Day. My thought was to put both photos framed side by each on the wall. He was as accommodating as an 18 year old boy should be when his mother asks him to do this. I took one photo, then another, then another. I repositioned his hands.
And I just ... well...(not supposed to use the word hate)...but REALLY did not like the outcome.
It was as if it was just not meant to be. It looked out of place, those big boy's hands holding little pink petals. And in a way, it freed me of something, too. It made me realize that not everything needs to be re-created. Sometimes they are such perfect moments in time that
...they should
...be left
...exactly
...as they are.
For years and years and years, like all of us, I have been photographing my kids. I have taken pictures of them doing virtually everything in their lives. I've spent hundreds (thousands?) of dollars developing film photography and though wary of this new "digital" age, once I started using in in 2008, I have become blessedly thankful that I can now spend my money on something other than developing pictures.
This photo below is one I have always treasured. It's Carter's hands when he was three holding sweet spring pink petals, his little denim shirt peeking through. Adorbs! I thought I would re-create this on Mother's Day. My thought was to put both photos framed side by each on the wall. He was as accommodating as an 18 year old boy should be when his mother asks him to do this. I took one photo, then another, then another. I repositioned his hands.
And I just ... well...(not supposed to use the word hate)...but REALLY did not like the outcome.
It was as if it was just not meant to be. It looked out of place, those big boy's hands holding little pink petals. And in a way, it freed me of something, too. It made me realize that not everything needs to be re-created. Sometimes they are such perfect moments in time that
...they should
...be left
...exactly
...as they are.
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