Sunday, January 11, 2015

The 52 Project.

Truthfully, I'm not joining in this year. Last year I never made it past week fourteen. However, I completely treasure that record of my children's growth, and those 14 posts are my favourites on this blog.

This post is entirely self-indulgent. Simply so I can flick between it and the first of the 52 project photos from last year and marvel at how much my three have grown.

So allow me to indulge myself, even if I'm not joining in.

All three are sporting bed hair and naked torsos, just like last Summer.

Linking just this once, to Jodi's phenomenal project.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Happy New Year!

Just before Christmas, the kids and I drove up the coast, on winding roads past swathes of flannel flowers and had a beautiful mini-break.

Wishing everyone a happy new year! 2014 went unbelievably fast. 2015 is going to be wonderful.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Oscar's sunflowers

At the beginning of Spring, I found myself in the supermarket, with tantrums looming - if I didn't let Oscar and Nora buy some seeds. So I let them choose a packet (or two) each. They planted the seeds in the unused narrow side garden bed, in front of the rather drab colourbond fence. Throughout Spring, Osc would run outside and count the leaves, as his sunflowers grew ever stronger. Nora would pretend her cosmos and zinnias were weeds, so sadly, they haven't amounted to much. But the sunflowers, they are so joyous! Oscar, you chose well.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Creating opportunities*

Iris is 14 months old now and even though she is still so very dependent on me - I find myself thinking about the future. The newborn-free future. I have been pregnant and/or breastfeeding for the past 5 years. My body has changed, my lifestyle has shifted, my relationship with Rodge has morphed and most of all, I feel like my mind has gone just a little bit mushy. Anyone who says that you can go on as you were after having kids, well it certainly didn't work like that for me.

Some people fall pregnant and have babies and become super organised. Me, I've just relaxed into a constant foggy state and let everything crumble around us.

After Oscar was born, the small print and publishing company I worked for went bankrupt. I never returned to fulltime work. When he was about 7 months old I did a little bit of freelancing, but after I fell pregnant with Nora, I found I couldn't cope with pregnancy, a very active toddler and work - and was happy when my freelance work dried up.

Now after 4ish years of intense baby and toddler time, I feel like I need to do something for me. Photographing the wedding and the joy that gave me, confirmed that. This is were I find myself a little stuck. So I'm looking for and trying to create all the opportunities possible. Only Oscar goes to preschool, so it isn't like I have swathes of free time, but I do have snippets of time - and I'm looking for things I can do, with my babes around.

As a consequence I approached Betty (a good friend and graphic designer who I've mentioned here), and begged her to let me take photos for one of her clients, the beautiful linen company, Miss Molly. Betty was reluctant, she likes to pay creatives and photographers wasn't in Miss Molly's current budget, but she relented. I borrowed heavy bags full of exquisite sheets and fabrics. And I'm ever so glad I did. Some of my photos are already up on Miss Molly's website, and more photos have been requested, which makes me rather happy. She has offered me gifts of linen in return.

Now where to next?

*This post could have had so many possible titles - 'The past five years', 'Miss Molly', 'Contemplating the future' ...

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

A crib quilt for Emily

Made for an old and very dear friend's daughter. When I found the vintage South African airways fabric in my mum's extensive fabric stash, I knew it'd be perfect. It's for her to either take to the park for picnic time, or snuggle under when those chilly Canberra winters hit. When she's a bit older, it can be a lap quilt while reading her favourite books or watching a good movie.

I chose the fabrics and pieced ... but ran out of time, with Iris a newborn and Osc and Nora running round, so my mum, very generously finished it. Sorry, the photos are poor and don't show the intricate hand quilting my mum did, outlining elements of the panel in variegated pastel thread.

Beautiful little Emily Joan, I hope you enjoy it!

Friday, November 28, 2014

Spring lovelies

A big selection of recent favourites. Light and flowers.

Enjoying the warmer weather and the longer days.

We're looking forward to the end of the year. To summer. To a break with Papa. To Christmas holidays. Beach days, salty skin, sandy sheets and sun-kissed locks. Watermelons and mangoes.

I've decided to continue on at the documented, in the new year ... and I'll push myself to do a 365 project. It'll be fun, right?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Thoughts on photography.

I've been thinking about whether I'll continue over on The Documented. I've obviously taken a break. Although there is much more to learn, I'm feeling confident where I'm at with my manual photography, should I keep going and delve even further? Should I do a course? Should I figure out how to edit my photos? Should The Documented become a 365 project? So many decisions to make!

I'm a little torn. I enjoy love photos. I'm drawn to all things visual. Always. But I'm not a natural talent (is there such a thing? I'm pretty sure most good photographers are born from hard work). I also become very overwhelmed by just how many photographers there are out there. Everyone with a camera (and a blog) is a photographer. This isn't a bad thing, it is just the way it is. Myself included, right? To be a professional photographer - you must have to have so much passion and determination to make it. I'm pretty certain there is absolutely no room for doubt.

I LOVED shooting the wedding. The social aspect, the idea that it was work, but in a beautiful location, capturing such stunning, sacred moments. I even loved the physical aspect of it all, the ache at the end of the day from holding the camera for so long.

I'm not even sure where I'm going with this ramble, I just felt like unloading some thoughts.

Maybe, tell me about your photos. Your thoughts on photography.

ps the photo above is of my adorable niece Ottilie, exploring my parents' garden in the magical afternoon light.