tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315083662011-04-21T12:22:51.414-07:00Jonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07479531942825470265noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508366.post-1154233195408712122006-07-29T21:07:00.000-07:002006-07-29T21:19:55.420-07:00When my son was born, I was overcome by the urge to capture every little movement he made and hold it close in my memory. The fear of missing something is what drove me to take 3 rolls of film of him sitting in our papazan chair at 1 month old. I still have a stack of photographs of him basically just sitting there! Then I began to pay closer attention to the details of his tiny hands and his wrinkly feet. There went another 3 rolls of film, but you know what....? I will always remember what his fingers and toes looked like.<br /><br />My husband and I often comment at different times, that we wish we could bottle up certain feelings, like when our daughter runs to greet us, or when our little family is laughing together. A photograph of those moments, if taken well, can serve as a way to remind us, to reintroduce those feelings, to warm our hearts.<br /><br />To me, a "good" photograph evokes emotion. It is capturing the way my daughter's hair curls against the nape of her neck. It is a baby's hand grasping her daddy's shirt. It is a daddy and his son throwing their heads back and laughing together. Yes.... a good photograph makes me feel. Sometimes it makes my heart "hurt" a little... because I am reminded of just how fleeting each moment and each life is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508366-115423319540871212?l=sweetest-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07479531942825470265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508366.post-1153593054632033152006-07-22T11:17:00.000-07:002006-07-22T11:30:54.640-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>I am first, a child of God. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a lover, a musician, a photographer.</em></span><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am inspired, creative, moody, reflective, and most of all, blessed.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I love enjoying the moment, my morning coffee, my late-night time to myself, snuggling with my babies, rainy days, sharing, writing, and dreaming.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I aspire to be more generous, to be grateful every day, to be myself with no regrets, and to connect and grow.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am a questioner, a dreamer, a wonderer, a soulful girl.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I have no tolerance for disrespect and dishonesty.</em><br /><br /><em>I want to grow in confidence and in love.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What moves me? The fleetingness of time and the need to capture the moments that will never return.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>That is why I am a photographer. That is why I am a creative soul. That is why I am here.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31508366-115359305463203315?l=sweetest-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07479531942825470265noreply@blogger.com0