As I type, Anna and Noah are browsing my Flickr stream checking out old photos from when they were younger. Back at our old house, where they played outside in our fenced in, shady backyard, they’d play and I’d take pictures without hesitation.
They’re finding photos from when they were in preschool, they’re seeing projects they completed and they’re reminiscing about the “good ol’ days.” (they seven and eight, c’mon!)
Photos from ordinary days, wearing ordinary clothes, doing ordinary things.
Things are so different now. We’ve moved, now our backyard is everybody’s backyard (living in the middle of the subdivision in NOT my favorite location), when they do play outside, there are always other children in the area and those are just my excuses. Most of the real reasons is that the ordinary moments are forgotten for me. I keep my eye out for exceptional, beautiful moments, the kind that take your breath away. The kind that do not happen enough.
And when I take the photos, I must edit them to perfection. But who has time? So, they sit on my hard drive, just waiting to be seen.
And my camera that I take out so often for professional sessions, sits collecting dust because I’m not recognizing what really, truly beautiful.
And that? Is the everyday. That? Is my family.
I’m challenging myself to take photos of my family everyday to capture the everyday. I challenge you to do the same.