Y'all I'm a Photographer
Like that still blows my mind.
I’m so deeply humbled and grateful to be pursuing a passion I didn’t find until I was 28. After I had had a child. After I graduated college for Human Development/Counseling where I originally wanted to be a therapist and work with veterans with PTSD specifically.
I’m not only a photographer, but a BIRTH photographer at that.
They say to find a job that you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. Well holy shit is that true. I am surrounded by a community of birth workers who are some of the most amazing people I’ve met. They don’t yuck anyones yum. They love you for who you are and build you up where you need a support column or two. I’ve met some of the most amazing clients and babies as well, that have all in one or another taught me lessons I will take with me for the rest of my life.
Birth is powerful.
It is sacred. It is a miracle that keeps on giving in ways that are unimaginable.
If you were take tell me at 18 that this is what I would be doing with my life, I would have laughed at you in your face and told you to fuck off.
If you were to have told me that I would have an amazingly supportive husband and an absolutely gorgeous and super smart son, I would’ve desperately wanted to believe you, but would not have felt that that is what I deserved.
We so often fall into the rhythm of focusing on what we don’t have and what we want, that we forget to take a step back and realize all the blessings that we do have.
Photography has allowed me to look at life through a different lens.
Not only through the lens of my camera. But also the lens of what matters most in life. As I’m going through my day to day life, many times I see things through a photographers perspective. How the light shines through our glass sliding doors and paints a soft warm glow over the dogs laying on the ground. How their chest rises and falls in the fading light of day. How my little one, will just all willy nilly fall on them and they get up and grumble at him but let him keep doing it because they love him (or maybe just tolerate him, who knows).
How when we’re walking around outside, I’ll fall back a little bit and just watch my husband and son play together. How the shirt falls across my husband’s 6’5” body and moves when he walks. Or how my little squeals in utter joy and then snorts when my husband picks him up and spins around during playtime.
It’s the smalls things in life that matter. The mundane that we forget all too quickly that can make the most impact.
So yes, I am a photographer.
And I’m so fucking proud of that.