It's becoming quite obvious we will NOT be short of photos for our Christmas card this year. Spent another golden hour scouting out perfect locations and poses with my favorite model. May have to practice on Nathan next round.







Sometimes it's just more fun having a friend tag along on Senior photo sessions. Here are just a few from my first hour with lovely Emily (and her trusty friend Olivia). Thanks to Daylight Savings, we are breaking the session into two. More to come!






Meet Nicole Hartman - a woman of many talents and trades, who never ceases to amaze me. She is one of the most generous people I know, with a heart for God that led her from pain to promise. After suffering the terribly disappointing loss of three children through miscarriage, Nicole listened to the Lord's gentle urging to begin the Embrace ministry that after just three short years is seeing chapters open throughout the United States. Their mission is to embrace, hold close and support families who have suffered the devastating loss of a child through miscarriage, still birth, or infant death. One of the many beautiful ways the ministry reaches out to these families is through the Embrace Remembrance Walk - which I was privileged to photograph this year. The Walk includes a Stations of the Cross reflection, prayer service and butterfly release, and serves as an opportunity to remember and celebrate the lives of the families' precious lost ones. It truly is a moving and healing experience for all those in attendance.









The lovely and talented Sarah Kroger offered her giftedness during the prayer service by singing some of her latest arrangements. If you are not familiar with Sarah's music, you MUST check out www.sarahkroger.com. She truly has the voice of an angel.



As the prayer service concludes, every family is given an enveloped butterfly for each of their precious little ones, which are gently released to close out the celebration.







To hear more of the details of Nicole's faith journey and the birth of Embrace Ministry, you are invited to attend the Magnificat Breakfast for women at Holy Cross Church in Atlanta on Saturday, November 15th, from 9:30 to noon. Reservations are $15 a piece and must be made in advance. Contact Holy Cross for further information.

I'm sure you've heard it said that no one really wants to know how sausage is made. If your feelings run the same regarding pretty pictures then read no more. {{Spoiler alert:}} this photo wasn't taken at a recent wedding, or on a lovely date night with my husband, or even at my local Pottery Barn (which I seriously considered looking into when given the editorial I was charged with shooting). On the contrary, I set (and reset several times) my dining room table and then shot (and reshot from every different angle) this beautiful banquet scene — all in the hopes of bringing visual impact to the written inspiration at www.transformingbeauty.org. Not that Michelle Benzinger needs additional impact. She's written a doozie this time. Preach. (yeah, I just said preach. Go check out her latest post!)
Since I am inclined to the "before" and "after" in all things, I thought it might be fun to detail the behind the scenes of a blog post. It struck me as especially amusing today, while my husband pounded out the revised budget amidst napkin rings and stemware. To be fair, I did use HIS "home office" as my set. It does have the longest table in the house and fairly decent lighting.
Here is, truly, how it all played out. Michelle mentioned to me, say, three weeks ago, "Oh, I'm going to need some pictures of clocks. And maybe a map or globe." And then a week or two later, "And a banquet table. A really long banquet table." So my creative wheels started spinning and anytime I saw a clock I snapped a pic (with my phone) — like this one while browsing at Home Decorators — to remind me to "think time."

I then spent an afternoon or two (or three) setting the clocks around my home in different areas, trying to catch the sun in just the right window at just the right time. Most days the sun filtering through the leaded glass sidelights that frame my front door provide charming little diamond rainbows all over the foyer. So when my husband's very large (and too heavy for me to move) Weber grill was delivered and deposited in said foyer one day, it became the tablecloth-covered base for these lovely gems . . .


No puns were spared in setting up this next shot, which could be called "The Thyme has Come," "Thyme in a Bottle," or "Thyme for some new glasses." Truth be told, I was going for that blurred perspective (aka shallow depth of field) and didn't have any flowers around the house or in the yard to deposit in my vase. I keep some potted herbs in my kitchen, so I plucked the lacier of the two (basil's kinda clunky) without even thinking about the play on words. And since we're in full disclosure mode here, all you need for a clean white background is either a super scoured bathtub with overhead skylight or some sturdy foam core and natural window lighting. Voila.

In my search for the perfect world shot, I looked first in my son's "office" (which is code for large closet with a desk and doors that I can close because he keeps said office unnecessarily untidy, which is not-so-code for he's a bit of a slob, albeit a slob I love with all my heart). Nathan loves maps and puzzles. He has two quarter maps, several puzzle globes, and a large world map pinned to the back wall over his desk. I smiled upon discovering this dream scrawled in his (fourth grade?) handwriting . . .

Where IS that?!?!?! Who wants to live in the Gulf of Guinea off the coast of Africa? As best I can tell, he didn't even circle LAND. I could get all kind of distracted trying to get to the bottom of this mystery (and believe me, I'm CERTAIN Nathan has a perfectly logical answer as to why he circled THAT spot). But I digress . . .
After shooting oodles of my two favorite globes, indoors and out, all of which were passable and helped visually tell of Michelle's desire to unite women across nations and denominations, I finally had the chance to read the actual blog post, which concludes with a powerful plea (inspired by a quote from Sojourner Truth). Michelle implores, "There is a hurting, desperate world out there and I think a force of sisters can turn the world right side up again. Wake up, sleeping beauties (with all the coffee that it takes) — it is time to come together simply and purely to be a force the world has never known."

None of my previous shots included the world upended. So the morning the photos were due, this . . .

became this . . .

I might be the only one who even notices that the globe is somewhat upside down, but it was important to me to include that detail. Nathan has finally caught on to the "photo shoot" set-ups around the house. He didn't bat an eye at his puzzle globe sitting in a chair by the picture window, posing pretty. But back to the scene that inspired this whole post. Yes, this is where the hubs gets it all done while he's at home. Maybe the expanse of the table mimics his large desk at work, maybe he likes being as far away from the family room (and t.v.) as possible, or perhaps he simply prefers having his trusty bike by his side while crunching the numbers (yes, that IS where he keeps it), but this day he found himself a bit crowded out. Never complained though. Just asked, "Are we having company?"








If I were as organized as most people think I am, I might have thought to actually prepare a banquet meal and invite a few neighbors over to take advantage of this lovely atmosphere. But after setting and resetting the table ad nauseam (the outtakes of which I've spared you), and then shooting and reshooting and editing and preparing the photos for upload, it turns out I just didn't have the time. {{cue visual impact}}

p.s. if you've visited this site before, I hope you noticed my gorgeous new logo — handcrafted for me by my amazingly talented niece. More on her, and her giftedness, in a future post. If you're new here, welcome! I hope you'll take the time to poke around a bit and visit again soon.

A few weekends ago I was blessed to attend an all-day, info-packed photography workshop here in Atlanta, hosted by the lovely and talented Kathrn McCrary and Haley Sheffield. Aptly named The Photography Intensive, it was a day filled with generous information, practical tips, career advice, and hands-on training. My head is still slightly spinning with all I absorbed during those full eight hours, and I am still in the process of implementing all that I learned. I can't thank Kathryn and Haley enough for their vision and effort in putting the workshop together, not to mention all that they were willing to share with us. It was truly a delight.
I have gone back and forth (and round and round) with when to post, which photos to include, how many details to divulge, etc. The writer in me could overwhelm you with flowery descriptions of Amy Osaba's amazing studio (those windows!) and a line-by-line menu of the scrumptious food that was served courtesy of Homespun Atlanta, but the realist in me knows you poke around a photographer's site looking for lovely images. So I'll share those first (maybe with a few lines mixed in). Any "wordies" out there wanting to know how intimidating it was to walk into a room full of ladies half my age, and my biggest "takeaway" from the workshop, can find details at the end.









First half of the hands-on training (photos above) involved learning to style and shoot still life. Second half (photos below): wedding photography practice. The models were real life newlyweds - incredibly patient and cooperative (especially in the blazing heat outside!), and seriously adorable. I can't say that wedding photography is in my wheelhouse, but the tutorial afforded me a wonderful opportunity to give it a shot (without the pressure of an actual ceremony looming). My favorite capture of these two lovebirds is way overexposed, but I included it in the collection because 1) I love its composition and "mood," and 2) it manifests visually what I'm wanting to get across verbally in this blog. Which is . . .





Mistakes happen. Profound, I know. I'll never forget the moment I learned to embrace mistakes (or at least try to). It was years ago, in a "mommy and me" gymnastics class with my two-year-old son (who is currently 15). He and all the other toddlers were taking their turns on the low balance beam, with every mom in attendance inches away, nervously reaching for hands and waists to correct posture and ensure their little tot didn't tumble, when the very wise instructor made every one of us "helicopters" step back and leave the wee gymnasts to themselves. He actually had to TELL us that if the kids didn't fall, they'd never learn balance. DUH. It's really hard to let your kids fail. Even harder to risk failure yourself (at least for me anyway).
Learn from them (the mistakes). And move on. My biggest takeaway from the workshop (aside from the life-changing introduction to my new love, Blogstomp, and the blatant reminder to always check my light meter), was that I have so much more to learn. And the truth is, I always will. The last three daily Gospel readings have been from Matthew 23 ("woe to you, scribes and Pharisees . . .") and this morning I heard the gentle urging of God saying, "Quit trying to appear perfect. Stop waiting until you know everything to try something. Trust in me and DO what I've called you to do." This site, and my work, will be tweaked and "techniqued" and hopefully improved as I continue to implement all that I've learned so far. Neither the work, nor I, will ever be perfect this side of heaven. But I'll keep putting it out there in hopes that others can learn from my mistakes (and occasional triumphs) as well.

I'm turning 50 in October (can't believe I just disclosed that). My very dear (and generous) friends Michelle Benzinger and Nicole Hartman gave me the "golden ticket" to this photography workshop as an early "milestone birthday" present. As amazed as I was by their generosity, I was equally terrified at the thought of "going back to school" at my age. But I'm so glad I did. Although I may have been nearly twice the age of all the young women in that studio, each and every one was lovely and genuine and as excited to be there as I was. And, wow, the talent. Truly inspiring.
Many thanks and kudos to all of the vendors who helped pull this thing off: