Why don’t I mind if a baby cries during a portrait? Why would I keep my camera to my eye and keep snapping while parents comfort?
Perhaps because there is something so endearing about a being who can go from absolute Happy to, well, absolute NOT Happy and back again in a matter of seconds.
Or because a photo of a crying child makes me want to pick them up and hug them and make it better.
Or because there is something so purely raw about a baby’s emotion. Something most of us learn to a mask as we get older. It is an innocence I want to document in my own children (and sometimes do)
And it really never takes long to find the range of Happy in a 9 month old.
And the Joy.
And the Love.
I love my job.
Archive for July, 2010
Jul
31
2010
It’s her portrait-let her cry if she wants to | Baby Portrait Photography
Jul
28
2010
Why I won’t be quitting my day/night job.
When I was young and daydreamed about becoming a photographer I used to imagine going on safaris for national geographic and capturing rolling landscapes for self help posters. Okay, the poster part isn’t entirely true. But I did find an allure to landscape photography, getting to go out and capture the area I was in and make it look like a postcard.
But now I know better. Landscape photography is NOT for me. See below example:
The top image was taken at 5pm of the skyline from a window at the MIT faculty club during a recent wedding.
The bottom one was taken at around 8pm. See the difference the light will make on the image?
Now, if I were a landscape photographer, I would have to spend my time waiting around for hours, previously scouting out my best vantage point in hopes of getting the weather and quality of light to sync up with my vision. No interacting with the subject, learning about what makes it tick from afar. I cant very well ask the Hancock building to turn towards the light for me. Luckily I make my living doing a craft that is much better suited to my style. I get to talk to my subject and let them be a part of the image I am creating. I get to see people having fun, on the best days of their lives, the first days of their lives, the days that they will now get to tangibly remember forever because I helped document it. How cool is that?
Not that I don’t admire landscape and nature photographers. There is something incredible about the hunt and execution of a great shot. And when it is done well, the loveliness of the world around us through another eyes can take your breath away. But for now, I will stick with people. I think finding the thing that makes someone who they are themselves and then preserving it for future generations is pretty darn awesome.
Jul
28
2010
Thinking of Opa and Dziadziu| Grandparent portraits
We are in the process of moving. Moving means there are a lot of things to be done and boxes to be packed. Where does this leave me?
Looking through old photos of course. And by old photos, I mean the kind that are printed on paper and sit in boxes and albums from generations ago. I came across a couple of me when I was younger taken by my American-Polish Grandfather (Dziadziu) who was quite the talent behind the camera. I will have to post them at some point. But better to wait until a time when my poor husband wont have a heart attack when he finds me scanning photos instead of, well, packing.
Any how. So I was strolling down that lane of memories while sorting through some present work (the kind that lives on my computers) and came across these photos.
Wouldn’t everyone want a photo like this with their grandparent? I know I don’t have one of me with mine. I have to remember to get my camera out the next time I see my parents with the kids and when we travel to visit my parents in law in the end of the summer. Anyhow, thought I would share.