Right Where I Left Off?

 Hi All

So here's an attempt at picking up where I left off, six years ago.😨

Minimalistic Style.  Classic Clean Lines.  Black Text and White background. 

I never stopped taking photos, I've never stopped being a photographer, I don't think one actually ever does.  Even without a camera in your hands, you still see things in your minds eye that are pictures.  

I wanted to start sharing again.  I wanted to start writing again.  I think I fell into the ease of letting facebook and instagram do all "the work" for me.  I'd add a well researched quote and slap a bunch of pictures together and say "hey, I'm still here, look at me"

I haven't figured out the logistics, do I go back over the last 6 years and start sharing special photos from shoots?  Maybe.  Do I just pick up where I left off and keep that awkward block of time open? Maybe.  Do I blog a few times, grow tired of it, and overwhelm myself with unnecessary details, and stop again for another 6 years?  Entirely possible.  I guess we will see.

One of those days | Moncton Photographer

Have you ever had one of those days?

I did.  Yesterday, was one of those days.
I didn't stub my toe, I didn't wake up late, I wasn't late for work & I didn't spill my coffee.

It wasn't filled with anything exceptional, either way, it was neither terrible or wonderful, it was the perfect amount of good and bad... everything evened itself out.

It seems like, we often take note of the really great, or the really horrible instances, but never, to my knowledge, acknowledge the times like these.  It's just life, cruising on by.  I love days like that.

I did a shoot in Saint John a few weeks back.  I love to shoot in Saint John, maybe it's a case of "the grass is always greener" but, I have the best time shooting there.  There are great locations that make brilliant backgrounds.  For this shoot, we started at the library and ended at a Castle, yup, a real life, honest to goodness Castle.

This day of shooting, was not, one of those days. It included some major ups and downs, including camera batteries, and a lack thereof, and wonderful customer service from Ivans Camera, in Moncton.
But the day ended, with another great shoot under my belt.  Extreme highs, and lows, check out these photos, mostly definitely some of the highs!

 Oh, did I tell you it was a shoot with Brad Pitt?  No, well, see for yourself!  Actually, no, it's just Brads look alike!  These pictures were really for his Mom, the day after our shoot, Rex headed across the country for a two year mission leave with his church.

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My Dad.

He's handmade stove top popcorn on Sunday nights, while watching Disney,  He's brushing my long hair on Sunday mornings before Church, He's the one who tucked me in so tight I couldn't move at night. He is a lover of animals, no matter how much he tries to convince you otherwise.  

He's patience personified, whether he was waiting for the teenager me to be done work in the barn, or in trying to teach life's lessons.  He is one of my biggest cheerleaders.  He makes me believe that I can do it, from learning to drive standard, to making this photography passion a business.  

He is slow and steady, he is calm and determined, he is a hard worker.  He taught me that you should be proud of what you do, take the time to do it right, the very first time.  He reminds me that good food is worth the wait.   That the best things in life, are free, but damn, girl, when you buy, buy something of good quality so you don't have to buy it 2 or 3 times.  

He loves, from planting a garden in the spring, to corvettes, to fishing the brooks, to listening to music, to my mother.  He loves with all of his heart, and he wears those emotions for all of us to see.  

He is camping with his family, he is bonfires at night.  He is a mentor, a life liver.  He is a friend to everyone, and when people speak of him, their lips curl up with a grin.  He's a tease, he loves to joke, and has fooled me with more stories in my life than I care to acknowledge!  

He is Willie Nelson on long drives, and admires music, almost all of it, except that "twingy twangy" stuff.  He appreciates an honest voice and true talent with instruments.  He is my trumpeter.  

He is my Dad, and I love him with every ounce of my being.  Happy Fathers Day, Dad.  I love you.  For all these reasons, and so many more.