Being a Northwest photographer means having the ability to be flexible. The weather is unpredictable and as the summer closes, rainy days become more frequent. I am still navigating the realm of darkness at 4pm and am continually trying to improve my indoor capabilities by equipping my studio set up with new and better things. But every now and then, I am graced with patient clients who are willing to brave a sudden rainstorm and still rock their shoot like pros. Kyle and Makayla were no exception. While we did do some more shooting on a drier day, the first 4 collages of images below were captured during the flash storm back in August that caused rivers to swell and records to be broken. Finding shelter in an abandoned mill proved to be the perfect backdrop.
There isn't much I appreciate more than committed clients. Going into a family shoot with a 1.5 and 3 year old is no easy task. Not only did this mom execute the styling of her brood with expert hands, both Mom and Dad were patient and willing to put in the time to getting the shots. Not to mention, their adorable girls were absolutely joyful and it is capturing this joy on camera that makes what I do a blessing.
I am finally catching up after a very busy senior season. The best yet. I am so blessed to be partnering with such a phenomenal little salon in Issaquah and next year will be even better! We are constantly brainstorming ideas of how we can improve the entire experience.
Couldn't have asked for a more beautiful subject to shoot against the backdrop of a quickly fading summer. Sarah was a natural and made my job so easy. Not to mention beautifully simple yet elegant hair and makeup job done by Tracy at Salon O.
Sarah & Lisa Gaston, Jill O'Donnel (Owner, Salon O), Tracy Monahan (Hair & Makeup)
I have seen a lot of successes over the past year with my career in photography. For that, I am truly blessed. My husband and family has been ever supportive of and patient with my continuous growth over the past 5 years of being in business and that is a blessing, too. Probably more than they realize.
I have been so lucky to get to know my clients at milestones in their lives and capturing those moments for them continues to bring me more joy than it probably should. Needless to say, I love what I do but it was not come by easily. I have had to work very hard to maintain the balance between work and life, as we all must. I am no expert in this arena and I continue to learn what it takes to remain level-headed.
When it all boils down to it, I am still a devoted mom with a really nice camera and sometimes I must force myself to lug it about to capture my own children's milestones. This time of year brings so many. I am emotional today for many reasons. I saw my oldest child off to her first day of first grade today. I sang happy birthday to my youngest, who turns 4 today. Even as I write this post, my eyes are welling with tears.
We all get caught up in the chaos of parenthood, work and maintaining our personal and business relationships and it can be easy to forget to stop and take time to be in the present. Especially when you have clients waiting on you, kids asking for you, dinner to be cooked, groceries to be bought, school to prepare for. It seems it never ends. It can be overwhelming. At least for me.
So, this post is really a release for me. It is important for me to show all of you that I am still a human being. I love being a person other photographers come to to ask questions. I am just like you. A parent, a teacher, an artist. And it is often a battle to maintain the balance.
This post is also a dedication to my two beautiful children and my awesome husband, whom I adore more than life itself. I am so proud of all of you and feel fortunate to have you in my life! You are the reasons I get up in the morning and do all that I do!
Happy first day of first grade, Anja!
Being 4 means being still very small...but also a perpetually cool dude.
Not much needs to be said about these images, except for this: there is not many more things about my job that give me such great joy as does capturing graduates. I connect well with teens and love them so much for their fresh perspectives and their uniqueness. No senior shoot is ever the same.
Elisabeth is more than just a TPD Senior Delegate. She is a girl I have watched grow up from toddlerhood. She is a beautiful person inside and out and I am so happy to have her as a part of the TPD Family. Thanks, also, to her family for the years of friendship and entrusting me to capture Elisabeth in her final year of high school!
Thank you also to Lidiya of Dream Your Memories Photography for assisting on this shoot and, of course, Tracy Monahan for her hair and makeup skillz. (Yeah, with a "z" because somehow, that means more than the proper spelling...)
Here is to you, Elisabeth! Wishing you well as you enter the final chapter! Go Totes!
I have been on a terrible non-blogging streak! I am so backed up and in the throngs of senior season so I'm just starting to get to images that haven't been touched. Sometimes, a little time makes them even more precious. That is why I love what I do! Moments pass too fast and never come again!
My sister came into town from the East coast back in June and I got to meet her son, my nephew, for the first time. He is the sweetest, funniest, roll-polliest little thing. He looks exactly like my sister looked like when she was a baby.
And today, is his daddy's birthday...so happy birthday to Nate, who I don't know very well, but you make cute kids with my sister, so keep up the good work! ;)
I've had this image in my head for a long while and I finally made it a reality. I didn't watermark it on purpose because it would take away from every item in this picture. I created this for myself. For my children. For their children. To show them all what he is to me. What he loves. What he collects. What inspires him.
My dad. In his shed. "The" shed. It's THE shed, ya know? It contains relics that have made a larger impact on my psyche than I ever used to realize.
My dad is a bug collector. He has cigar boxes full of specimens he trapped, humanely euthanized (ask me sometime how you euthanize a bug), pinned in place, labeled with dates and who found them where. My name is in those boxes over and over. As are my brother's and sister's. And his own and my step-mom's. Even some from my grandparents. And others.
My dad is a procurer of vintage men's shirts. His daily uniform since I can remember has been one his "shirts" (I put it in quotes because they're his "shirts"), shorts and Converse All-Stars. Although lately, he's on a Jack Purcell kick. (Bad pun.)
My dad is a brilliant artist. He has illustration abilities I can only attempt to emulate. I am lucky to have inherited even just a sliver of this man's talent. He is the reason I do what I do. My biggest inspiration.
My dad is a Lego maniac. I'm sure it killed him when I was little that I was never that into Legos. He tried to get us to play with them. But they bored me to death. But my children, Lego-obssessed, never stop talking about Grampaw's Mini-Fig collection. Or his self-designed Lego scenes. Like the one he's been working on recently, the underwater volcano, complete with a vein of molten rock flowing up the center of the volcano and the Lego sea life that has found respite and sustenance upon and around the flourishing underwater ecosystem he built from scratch. Did I mention he did this with Legos?
My dad has always been my voice of reason. Even when the reason sucked. He's a no-nonsense truth-teller, even when the truth hurt. He picked me up when I fell. Taught me to ride a bike. Taught me to draw. Taught me to drive. Taught me to camp. Taught me to fish. Taught me about film and photography. Taught me about graphic design and art direction. Taught me to not give a crap about what people thought of me because I was different. Taught me to follow my artistic inspiration, no matter how weird others might have thought it was. He was there for me even when it was inconvenient for him. My list could go on and on.
I am always proud to show him off and to sing his praises because I am proud of him. Proud of who he is and who I am because of him. Happy Father's Day, Dad. Love you.