So I borrowed my best friend’s camera body, and I added a 50mm lens and a 35mm lens to the the deal. I somehow have forgotten everything I ever knew about taking photographs. I wish I could tell you that it’s great fun, at 43, to teach yourself how to use a camera again, but it isn’t even a little bit. It’s humbling in a way that makes me want to go back home and go to bed every time I realize I’ve snapped 200 photos and three came out focused correctly or lit well.
They tell us though, that to be good at something, we have to just go do it, a lot. So that’s what I’ve been doing.
I have a tendency to get right up close to a subject. I’m trying to learn to back up a bit, to frame a shot well. But my instinct is to get in there and seek out the meat of things. I don’t know if there is a more perfect subject than Avery. She frets over her hair and her dark circles and her small stature and basically everything about her whole being, and all I can see is every single perfect thing about her. How she doesn’t just faint every time she looks in the mirror, I don’t know.
I don’t have an external flash or external lights or reflectors, so I find myself with muddy, grainy shots or blurry portraits more than I’d like. But I’m getting there.
Portraits aren’t my very favorite, but I sure do love taking photographs of my little family.
I don’t know if anyone out there remembers what Hannah looked like as a kid, but Celica is most definitely her clone. Genetics, amiright?
Jack is finally at an age where he’ll sit still long enough to be captured on film, and even give a smirk toward the lens for a hot second.
Now, I don’t talk much on the blog about Nathan, who’s been with me for about a year and a half now. We like him a whole bunch and we think we’re going to
keep him around as long as he’ll stay. He’s ridiculously photogenic. He will grumble and complain that the beard ages him but I adore it. I love that this photo represents an afternoon we spent playing on the porch with our granddaughter who spun in circles dressed in a mermaid outfit until the mosquitoes chased us inside. We live just the most incredibly charmed life.
Speaking of mermaids, here’s one now…
And here’s her mama’s gorgeous new hair by Erin Spann
In the end, I think I might go into pet portraiture. Following my dad’s dog around searching for the perfect shot was pretty relaxing.