I've been told not to mix business with pleasure. Photography blurs those lines. It's personal to me. When I am invited into your home or to photograph an experience, it's sacred to me. Years from now, I want you to look at the photos and remember what it felt like. The sounds, the warmth or the chill in the air, the smell, the softness of newborn skin, the way your heart skipped a beat when he brushed your hair aside. It is all sacred. Mixing business with pleasure is necessary. Although I am helping you preserve your story, YOU are a huge part of MINE. I suppose THAT is what this blog is about.
The door opened when Coleen Hodges and Ace Fanning gifted me a seat in their workshop. This door was allowing light to shine in where it hadn't been for a long time, I sat there staring at this sudden stream of light wondering how I could have possibly been picked and knew I could not waste this opportunity. Waste it, I will not!! So here I am developing a website and starting a blog. If it sucks it's because I don't know what I am doing. Which is exactly why you are still reading this. It's kind of like watching a train wreck.
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I am going to start this photography journey off right with a proper cake smash. It is appropriate because you don't see photographers like Co and Ace doing this kind of stuff. They have more respect for themselves, but I guarantee you, they did them. I know this because I paid Coleen to take my #3's cake smash pictures. Which were fantastic, of course!
If you are wondering... Sometimes I refer to my kids by number. It is easier than typing their name, until it gets changed into a hashtag, then it gets annoying. After saying their name, everyone asks which one they are anyway. So, I'm saving the trouble. For the sake of you trying to get to know me, Davis (#4) turned one. I decided to practice my cake smash photography skills since I will be doing an actual paid cake smash gig in a week.
#3 turned 3 three days before #4's birthday. Confused? Go ahead, read it again............... Got it?OK, so I work the night shift as an ED nurse and worked the night before #4's birthday. Using the other half of Keagan's cake was the only way he was going to get cake. (fourth kid problems) I just turned the half eaten part to the back and poof! A whole cake! To all you moms out there that think you need a perfect cake just to get smashed. Good news! You don't!
He hated the cake. He actually gagged. #1 and #2 were standing by with spoons in hand to help him out. They made a giant mess and in the end he was pretty happy about turning one. In hindsight. I would have put pants on him. I couldn't use half the pictures because, cock 'n balls. Lesson learned, more to come! Welcome to the journey!!
