Normally I blog (just as myself - Holli, or sometimes Mommy) over at Baby-Faith. The written word has become my virtual voice, as I’m a soft-spoken person who’s usually the last to speak in a crowd.
My photographs are the illustrations that complete the book of our life. While I try to capture memories and moments with the things I write - everything cannot *merely* be conveyed with text. Images freeze time so that we never *truly* lose precious details forever to fuzzy memories or the fog of age.
But to me, a picture should not *just* be an image on film (or a memory card) of a “thing.” I don’t want you to show me a flower snapped from some neighbor’s garden, or yet another fly macro - taken just for the purpose of proximity.
Show me something special… something real. Show me your life.
I want to FEEL something when I look at your work. Why did you take it? What are you trying to say - what moment have you frozen for all eternity?
I know there’s a theme every month - but to just snap something for the sake of fitting a theme is not what photography is about. Use the theme, but still try to find a way to show me what’s going on in your world. If it helps to write a post around a picture (I know it helps me) then try working backwards… Find something to write about - then see how you can take a picture that fits, and still uses the monthly theme.
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I was supposed to start contributing once a week (every Thursday) before this, but life got in the way. From this point forward, I’ll be choosing the most evocative, emotive, illustrative picture each and every Thursday.
Just one. I obsess and I’m picky - I can’t help it. I tend to get a bit OCD about these types of things.
A picture is worth a thousand words. Use them all.
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I looked at all the amazing photos this week, and although I saw several fantabulous images - only one truly “spoke” to me (and no, I’m not biased towards “mother/daughter” shots) instantly. I saw more than the patterns of a quilt passed down from generation to generation… I saw love… the most simple and complex of all human emotions.
I adore how their hair seems to flow together across the blanket. It’s quite lovely. And I totally give bonus points for a charming post, filled with Rebekah’s childhood memories of her own “little girl” days spent playing on that blanket. How wonderful that she can now spend them with her own daughter.
A day in the present, on a thing of the past - dreaming of all that’s to come in the future. That’s what Mommy/Daughter dreams are made of.
Image courtesy of Rebekah from Sunnybrook Farm Designs.
Until next Thursday, live your own story. And make sure to capture the moments forever. I’ll be waiting to share!
