You are my sunshine. Child portrait photography. Woburn, MAI have little doubt that if you ask any mom if their child was a cute baby, the answer would be "No." Its more likely the answer will start with a phrase like "Oooooohh, my (insert name here) was such a cutie. Let me show you." At which point the smart phone comes out and dozens upon dozens of pictures are diplayed in front of you. I am no different. I love my little munchkees. And yes they were cute, still are. I love to photograph them, but they don't always love to be on the receiving end of my camera. When my daughter was born, I took so many pictures of her, I swear there are still some I haven't gone through. In her first week of life, I had taken over 1000 photos of her. That was three photo sessions, including the one for the Christmas card. I'm still not exactly sure what I was aiming for with that number.
Every now and again I would set up a little photo session with her. I always had high expectations not only for my little model but for myself as well. And every time I decided to take a chunk of time out of the day to photograph her I learned something new. Most importantly being, I was spending way too much time behind my camera recording her life instead of experiencing it with her.
As much as I loved the idea of that perfect photo of her, with the perfect expression, and the perfect lighting, and she is sitting just right; that is not who she is. That photo, while adorable does not tell you who my daughter really is. And that's not who I am either. I am much better at letting the little ones run free in the yard, screaming and giggling through all the joys of life while I snap away, rather than create a perfect scene for everyone to "hold still" while I check my exposure.
At the very least I have learned to be mindful of when I choose to pick up the camera so I can enjoy life with her, but when I do snap that shutter I do my best to capture who she really is.
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