Anyone who has a conversation with me will know I always strongly encourage the whole family to get in front of the camera. Just once. Even if you never look at the photo, or perhaps you do, but ten years down the track, just be in the shot. Not for you, but for your children, for your family, for those who want to remember you when in the very distant future, you are not there anymore. For your children who won’t necessarily remember today as clearly as you do. For your children who may one day have questions and are visual beings who like to look at the pretty pictures.
I have these god awful photos my Husband took of me when I was heavily pregnant with my now 11 year old Hayden. It took me 10 whole years to appreciate those photos. They are not professional shots, they are dark and grainy and somewhat blurry, I am pastey white with stretch marks all over the place, because I was pregnant with Hayden in my ankles and arms and chins and boobs…he was EVERYWHERE and I look just bloody awful!
But last year, as I came to terms with the fact that he was turning 10, I sat down and looked back through photos, I made a slideshow of images of him growing up and you know what, I included those hideous photos of me and my belly. Because they are all I have, and they are me, becoming a Mum. Now because I still have them and didn’t hit delete the minute I saw them, he has them too. And when Lily sits me down and asks me all about having a baby as she does far too often, I not only have the beautiful shots I had taken of her growing belly, but I have the hideous ones of the boys bellies too, and we share a moment of reflection and she looks at me in wonder probably thinking how ginormous Mum once was. She asks me questions and I tell her stories all about those days.
Photos tell us our history, they share with others who we are and what we are. They open up a world of your past and they are those moments, frozen in time for ever. So, as I was saying, I strongly encourage everyone to be in the photo at least once.
Here we have Lauren and her beautiful cheeky little Miss Lara. A Mini Session that was intended originally to be the whole family, but Dad had to stay home sick so it was just the girls. Disappointing that he couldn’t be there on the day, but the silver lining is, we got to create some precious Mummy and Me moments. Just the girls hanging out, Lara telling us how she planned on spending the day, climbing fallen trees and running around in the space that was wide open just for her.
Those adorable cheeks and that sweet smile, this session is everything I look for in an afternoon amongst the trees and I laughed and went home with a sore jaw from smiling right along with them.
Lauren, thank you for choosing me as your family photographer and for getting in front of the camera. Thank you for introducing me to your beautiful little Lara! I had the very best time with you both on this almost wet afternoon and so glad we got all of our fun done and dusted before the rain really set in!