M is for...
Madeleine. It's senior portrait time! I'll be taking them this year and, while this is not "official," I think it has assured her that I might be capable. This was hardly even trying -- I can't wait to play around on locations (we both have ideas). I like both of these, but maybe the toned black and white conversion better since I made it bigger. ; )
I had my camera out, of course, when I was babysitting the other day and Mack (so adorable), asked, "Vicki, are you a PHOTOGRAPHER?" He may well have asked, "Are you a BRAIN SURGEON?" with the emphasis, wonder, awe and importance he conveyed. Heh.
"Yes, honey, I am a photographer." Gah! I think I'm finally getting it -- the technical stuff -- it's true what they say, you know, "Shoot, shoot, shoot!" I don't do it nearly enough. Wish I could do it more. (Damn job cuts into everything fun.)
Maddy. My god. My baby is not my baby anymore. What an amazing... girl, teenager, young woman... PERSON. When I started blogging four years ago, she was 13 -- and aren't those four jam-packed years in anyone's life!?! She takes a lot on from her friends' lives. Tumultuous lives. Heartbreaking lives. She's a rock. Straightforward. No nonsense. Takin' no shit from no body. Look into those eyes. (That eye.)
At this time next year, we'll be packing her up to go to college.
Empty nest, anyone? With crazy schedules and whatnot around here, we've actually been getting in some practice.
Give your kids an extra-special hug today.