I was sitting and drinking my coffee this morning and I was realizing how all the things that I love to do, all my hobbies have been handed down to me. My father started our photography business in 1971 so that passion has been handed down from him. I still love to talk to him about what makes a great picture. Though he has been retired for over 15 years the passion still shows in his eyes when we talk about it.
My Grandma Lea (dad's mom) was a baker, cooker, canner, jar-er. You have heard me mention the ranch. When we build our house there, I will be the 5th generation to live on the land. When my grandmothers Hay Fever got to be to bad my grandpa bought here a house in town. They had her garage door sealed and she had bakers racks and deep freezers in there. When you went to visit she would give you a paper bag to go out to the garage and take some jars of jellies, Jams or Chili Sauce as well as frozen cookie dough or fresh baked bread... it was heaven. Her house always smelled of something yummy that was bubbling on her stove. Because of her I love to bake:
My Mother and Grandma Florence are crafters. They taught me to sew, they taught me to Crochet. Although, I only learned how to make a chain when I was little and couple of weeks ago taught myself to crochet from a pattern. The joy of sitting around my grandmothers table and crafting with her and my mom were such sweet times. We painted on tea towels with those ball point paints, remember those? We went to the ceramics shops and brought home chalkie ceramic things to paint. Remember that? I remember when my mom was into Macro-met and making apple dolls. Do you rember apple dolls?
we did needlepoint and embroidery and paint by number. My Grandmother also knitted and played the piano. Ahhh sweet memories.
So I sit here today and realize what priceless gifts we give our children simply by doing something that we love... that we enjoy. By this we teach them to have passion in life to love and enjoy life. So tonight when Steve builds a fire and puts the Wall-E DVD on for the twentieth time for Jumpy Kid, I will sit on the couch with my boys and smile when Steve leans over to kiss me and calls me Granny again as sit with my ball of yarn and crochet.
These girls....where do I start. They have all been friends since they were little girls. I've known them that long and now here I am shooting their senior portraits. The one that really gets me in the heart? That would be the beautiful strawberry blonde/redhead (2nd from the left). That's my niece. I still call her baby girl and she's 17 yikes... how did that happen? I was 19 when she was born, 17 when her brother was born. I would model how these kids have been raised. My Sister and Brother-In-law have done an AMAZING job with those two. They are the most leavel-headed, fun and seriously cool teenagers I know.
I love this shot of her. The eyes...somebody help the boys who look in to those.
This day was so fun, we are going back out for another session on tuesday. I'll post those too.
They need to start a band. This could be their album cover. lol.
I was kind of freaked having these girls on the tracks. And while I had Devon on the track I looked up and (you can barely see) off in the background are lights. Suddenly I looked up and one of the lights was green. "DEVON GET UP!!GO GO GO MOVE MOVE INCOMINGGGGGG!" I think I had a mild heart attack. I think I gave her a mild heart attack.And then we waited.... and waited annnnd waited. Then approximately oh 4 or 5 minutes later we started to hear the train whistle. Yes there was plenty of time but all the news stories of idiots getting killed on train tracks flashed through my head.
I love how Shayla is keeping in character for the shot while Andrea is messing with her:
Seriously? the eyes on this girl...
you are getting sleeeepy, verrrrry sleeeepy. Stare at them for a while...you'll see what I mean.
Waiting for the train coming that I all but shoved Devon off the tracks for.
"Hey girls...look firemen. Do you want me to ask if they'll let us take pictures with them and the truck?"
Another Favorite, the girls in their normal state. I had them serious for a lot of shots but this was how they were between every shot:
And just to keep it real....and....because I have NO shame:
Not the best picture...but I wanted to remember this day with our "I Voted" Stickers. This morning Steve and I took Jumpy kid to school together and then we went to the fire station to cast our votes. On the way to school we told our 6 year old that we were going to vote for our new president today... to which he said "I am voting for the darkish brownish skin guy". We told him that his name is Barak Obama and then we asked how he came to his decision. Jumpky kid said that he saw Barack on Nick JR and that must mean he is going to be our next president. There you have it. The prediciton of a 6 year old. Which ever way you vote,just do it! Happy Election day!