The phone is ringing, the emails are coming in, bills need to be done, dinner is still up in the air, lunches for tomorrow haven’t been made, the cat is hiding under the Christmas tree AGAIN and my 2 year old is trying to fix it, just as I find an empty bag of raisins in the living room he announces his THIRD poopy diaper of the day; it’s a wonder that motherhood isn’t a complete blur.

How do we keep it from being a blur?

Photography has been one of my resolves.

Photography forces me to notice the small things and to do this, I’ve got to slow the blur down once in a while. Small hands and small feet are what I tend to notice when I slow down.

As a writer, you strive to find details that will show (rather than tell) the reader about a character. If these details are expressed well, they create a three dimensional character in our imagination. As a photographer, capturing the details is at the core of every shot for my brides, my families, and my children. If Brian and I have done our job well, the shots I take capturing details will show the story of who they are as individuals.

I know some day the obvious will happen. I will miss the noise of little feet running around upstairs instead of fretting about the mess they’re making. I will long for the laughter as they gurgled their juice. And I will try to remember what it felt like when Blaze reached up and tugged and tugged and tugged on my shirt to get my attention. All these things involve their small hands and small feet. And for me this is all the reason I need to try and capture them before they grow.