I had a moment this morning....I was quickly flipping through my images to find something to post, and as this shot flew past me I was struck with the thought “Oh that’s a nice self portrait I should share that.”Instantly to realize it was a shot of my oldest and it stunned me!I have taken years of images of her from this view and this crop and I only ever saw her Daddy, this time I saw me...I’ve always always thought she was beautiful, but this. what a strange new form of self acceptance...One of my very favorite things about shooting macro is getting to capture the details of my children’s faces, like her lashes and that sweet smattering of freckles.
I am I longboarding, book loving, word obsessed, detail chaser. I am fueled by coffee, red bull and good hearty belly laughs. On any given day, I look like I was thrown from my closet, in whatever fits. My hair and makeup are an unprepared disaster, forged by that day's urgency. We are often barefoot and dirt covered and the neighbors know me best for misplacing one child as I frantically chase down the other four. I learned to shoot film when I was eighteen and I fell in love with my first SLR, I love to shoot the details and I live for moody and dramatic light. As I continue to learn, my children find new ways to avoid posing, pushing me to learn, and to love self portraiture. Though life with little ones is exhausting and overwhelming, I wouldn�t trade it if I could. I love these moments, they are hard, they are heartbreaking, they are story-worthy, they are my everything.