a walk with the blairs {steilacoom family photography}


it takes me a good couple hours, and several visits to get to know and connect with clients.. i've met the blairs before, and i have photographed them with their family just recently. but this, spending a couple hours, taking a mile walk around the pond and talking story is why i love photographing clients and friends in this particular way. i don't like to rush it, i don't like to force a pose or create inauthentic moments... in the past i think i've tried ONCE to do one of those types of photoshoots and it felt like i was selling my soul,...it moved away from how i loved to shoot and compromised the quality of my photos...its just not for me. here we are all part of the process of the moment, places we notice, spontaneous moments that i can capture, things that flow easier once you're used to me with my camera in your face, to be present and to help people feel comfortable is completely my responsibility as a photographer, and sometimes i fail at it, and sometimes i don't connect, so it is a constant learning process. 

its a fine line between documenting and manipulating. storytelling lends itself differently in photos, and not possible if you spend such a short time with someone,.. so it is in these short sessions that i have found to call this 'capturing fleeting realities' more true than photo stories, or photographic story telling. i'm glad there are different styles, and there's a place and desire for this genre as well. 

fall is gorgeous in the pacific northwest. the smells, the gorgeous evergreens juxtaposed with the deciduous trees makes everything magical. i also welcomed the rainy, cloudy skies for photography. the diffused, soft light and saturated delicious colors in the environment, the rich textures makes the moments so tactile. the colors almost soothed the grieving loss of summer. 



wild geese {personal gig harbor photography}

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
— mary oliver

for my soul friend from a thousand lives past, marcela. thank you for being in my world. our children were wild as geese, wild and free, present, joyful, blissful - truth.

 this day. how lovely.