I’ve always liked photography, at least as much as the next person. I like looking at photographs. I like taking photographs. Fun times. But when I became a mother, photography became important. Like really important. Photographs were tangible memories of moments too fleeting, of moments that were lost in the blur and chaos and bliss-dom of early motherhood. They calmed me when everything seemed to be happening too fast and when I felt like every precious moment was slipping away before my eyes. I didn’t just like photographs. I needed them.
I take a lot of photographs now. I want to be able to relive the awesomeness of Boo as a baby and toddler and so on, forever. Unfortunately, my photographs suck. They are blurry, have weird colour, and I’m usually 2 seconds too late with every image. Boo deserves better.
So lately I’ve been thinking about photography classes. They are expensive (but so are good photographers) but I am notorious for unfinished projects (like my master’s degree, a million sewing projects, and “landscaping” our yard…). Just when I think it’s a silly idea, I see pictures like this. How amazing are these photographs? This guy captures such wonderful moments between his two daughters on his blog http://kristinandkayla.blogspot.com. I’d love to be able to hand Boo a baby book filled with similar images. Maybe someday.
Yup, those are pretty fantastic. They make me want to laugh and cry simultaneously.
Tomorrow I hope to post some photos from my photo-a-month challenge attempt (courtesy of http://www.fatmumslim.com.au). Looking at my own delightful but blurry images might just be the final encouragement I need to enroll in class.