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be. here. now {littleton documentary photographer}

 

i am always thinking about photos.  my mind honestly can’t escape it.   and lately i’ve been thinking a lot about different styles of photography.  specifically ones that are my passion and showcase my creative soul.  i’d really like to do more documentary photography–day-in-the-life photography, everyday images…’the gift of an ordinary day’ sessions.  i’ve done a few of these sessions this past year and have loved them–the thinking about them, dreaming of new ideas for them, researching,  doing the sessions and editing the images to produce powerful  and treasured archival images for the families.  this type of work makes my heart feels full, gratified and satisfied.

the other day i was laying on the floor in our living room with my youngest son.  i watched as he played with some of his toys that were scattered across the floor.  we started talking about the toys and he got excited to have my full attention and began to explain them to me.  the passion in his eyes was obvious and it excited me.  i ran to the office and grabbed one of my cameras and started snapping away.  (he’s the son of a photographer so he doesn’t think much of me having a camera around.  admittedly he does tend to pose a bit when i have it but i did manage to get some honest and candid shots as well.)

i realized at that moment that we were indeed having one of these sessions.  he talked, i listened.  he smiled, i snapped.  and snapped.  no flash, no posing.  it was one of those times you know as a parent will pass so quickly.  a regular night’s events that didn’t signify anything special or monumental.  but i know how quickly he’s growing and that sooner than later his interest in these toys AND his interest in hanging out with me will be long gone.  i loved that the living room was messy and that he had on his fun minecraft socks that we have to tear off of him before school or church.  i loved that he was thinking about the creative ways he plays with the toys and letting me into his mind and personal creative space.  i loved our impromptu connection.

THIS type of photography is my passion.  i find myself reflecting on images like these from years past with my boys (luckily i have TONS of photos of course of everyday moments)–my heart aching tremendously at the swift passage of time.  i’ll forever cherish images like these and will fondly recall our time together this week when i look back on them.

 

my son showed me each of the little characters from his Minecraft set.  he explained their role in the game and how he likes to play with them (as well as a reminded me that there are a few more he’d like to get..hint hint.)  his innocence was pure.  everything flowed simply and perfectly.    and i love that while i was editing the images in the office he came over, notived that i was working on them and gave me a gentle hug and said, “thanks mom.”   it made my night.

often times i forget to be present in his life.  this experience reminded me of how important it is for both of us and how much we gain by spending simple time together.

i know in the age of cell phones many people feel its excessive to invest in a photographer to capture simple moments.  but remember how important it is to actually be captured in your images with your family rather than being the one  taking the photos.  your children will treasure images like this one and they can be forever preserved in your personal family memory books.

email, call or text if you are interested in setting up one of these ‘gift of an ordinary day’ sessions with your family.  i am offering special pricing with digital downloads to all who book a session.

oh and aways remember to BE. HERE. NOW.  you’ll never get these sweet simple days again.

so very very thankful…

how lucky am i that i get to do my dream job?  how lucky am i that i get called upon year after year to be a trusted family photographer?  and that i get to meet and spend time with the most amazing people.  that i get to be witness to sweet and special connections, love and special moments that are forever preserved in professional photographs…

my heart is full of much appreciation to all of those who trusted me to capture their memories this year.

thank you thank you thank you.

 

so i ask you as you reflect on your memories this year–what will your story be?

i’d love to be part of it in the coming year.

leave me a comment with your contact information if you are interested.   i’m offering a very very very special secret deal today only.

with much love and appreciation.

santa’s little hackers…

Santa’s Little Hackers {http://www.santaslittlehackers.com/} is a seasonal toy drive to adapt toys. They make simple modifications to the electronics of toys and give them away.

These adaptations make the toys accessible to individuals with disabilities so they can play independently.

Santa’s Little Hackers is an annual event put on by MaxMods. MaxMods is a 501(c)3 not for profit corporation chartered to ‘make the world accessible for all’ by identifying adaptations and modifications to make the world work for individuals living with disabilities.

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This is US… (a blog post in a mom’s own words)…{littleton family photography}

This is a very special blog post.  WELL worth your time to read.  This is a story of survival.  And love.  And bravery.   A REALLY beautiful story.  About a LOVELY  Colorado family and the light that surrounds them.

 

The past 20 months have gone by quickly. We thought we would be in a different place with our life, with our family of four. Today we have a five year old girl named Lily and a 20 month old son named Everett. The name Everett means hardy and brave. That he is. Everett joined our family through a complicated course of events that could have ended in a few different ways. He is here with us today because of medical intervention. He is here because I trusted my gut and listened to that little voice. He is here today because he fought to survive. He is a fighter. He is a warrior. He has had so many pokes and scars remain on his hands, feet and legs. Everett’s birth was a medical decision to save my life and his. His entry into life was not how we planned.  He was born at 27 week gestation (a normal pregnancy, of course is 40). He had a placenta and cord complication that caused severe growth restriction for him. I had multiple complications that could lead to stroke and death. We weren’t ready for him. We mourned it all and I still do from time to time, it’s getting better with time. I can enter that place at any moment on rough days. I feel sad I didn’t feel him grow in my belly. I barely looked pregnant. I lay in a hospital bed with women giving birth next to me to full term healthy babies while I spent weeks in the hospital. I could hear them. I ached.  My body could not maintain this pregnancy. The decision to end it was calculated, essentially a risk ratio.

We survived and here is a bit about our journey.

Everett was born in March 2015 and weighed 1 lb and 8 oz. He was 11 inches long and the size of a 24 weeker. He was beyond fragile. Tim, my always optimistic husband cut the umbilical cord with scissors that were bigger than Everett. The operating room had at least 20 people there. I was happy. I had a new baby. I was terrified. I had a 27 week old baby would was intubated and placed on a vent immediately. He was given drugs to help his lungs. I had more complications from the birth afterwards and eventually I went home, but both he and I were sick.  Everett called the NICU home for 140 days. One hundred and forty days. That’s a long time. It SUCH a long time in a baby’s life. Our life stopped and we were in survival mode. Everett was 6 weeks post my due date when he came home. He came home on oxygen with a monitor and could literally go two minutes without oxygen before he was saturating in the 60’s. He would be blue. The monitor and oxygen gave him life. He was not easily portable, but he was home. He was home with our family and he was alive. We lived the next 11 months with full time oxygen. Day and night. Night and day. A baby attached to a cord, the cord that kept him alive. It seems simple and in all reality compared to other things, it is. It is simple to maintain. It is however, very restricting. We kept him home except for doctor appointments for months. He was at an incredibly high risk for lung complications and we didn’t want another hospital stay. We were isolated. I returned to work after having him at home for only 6 weeks. I felt robbed of that time to enjoy my baby. Those 6 weeks were filled with specialist’s appointments. I felt like I barely knew how to do it all even though I did it every day in the NICU. I had amazing teachers of nurses and doctors, people whogot me through the darkest moments in my life. We had a new normal now. Our normal has peacefully settled in with us. We eliminated oxygen needs in June 2016 while he was awake andnight time dependency in November 2016. They have left all the equipment for illness, should that occur. It’s a shadow in our home. It haunts us a little in the corner of the room. We still check him religiously with the pulse oximeter.

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