I try my best to fight my family’s genetic pack rat gene, but it is a struggle. I am embarrassed to say that I still have boxes from my old house in the basement (never unpacked) from moving about six years ago. Obviously, I don’t need the stuff if I have not used it for over six years, but I can’t bring myself to go through it and get rid of things.
For those of you that know me, I am not a super emotional person. So why would I emotionally struggle with getting rid of clutter you ask? Well, for the most part, I don’t have an emotion attachment to the item to be discarded I have an emotional attachment to the money it cost me. So nothing leaves.
So there I stood in my basement at the beginning of January with a BIG GOAL I wanted to accomplish. My goal is to turn one of the rooms in our basement into a rec room for our family.
My husband and kids are all on board, and it is already partially finished so it should be smooth sailing from here right? NOPE!! Remember those boxes I mentioned from my old house? They are stacked in this room along with many other boxes over flowing with STUFF that we haven’t touched in a LONG time. I made the decision to start chipping away at the clutter disaster.
I started the battle by attacking the clothes I have saved for the girls. My big girls are nine years old, and I have been getting hand me downs and gifted clothes since before they were born. Also, my younger sister received hand me downs and gifted clothes as well. Well putting them all together we had enough clothes to dress a whole classroom of girls from size newborn to 5T!
So my younger sister came over, and we started the battle. When going through clothes, the girls have grown out of once in a while I would come across an outfit that was one of their favorites, and I would hesitate on giving it up thinking about how they wanted to live in it 24/7.
This week I am busy, busy, busy. I do not think I could have stuffed this week fuller, but it is all good. And, during those busy hours, I also am having a ton of fun editing….
…because, yep I am building my portfolio here. I already have a portfolio, but I figured I better do some building here so that hopeful clients won’t see one of my Germany pictures and want to take their pictures in that location. Although, I am willing to travel for a session; -D.
This young man was such a joy to work with. We had a ton of fun together and laughed a lot. This was the first snap I took. I love it, but more importantly, am thrilled that this is not the money shot. I was super nervous to have a session with someone I did not know; it has been a while since I have been behind a camera doing sessions.
Photography is one area where I constantly question if I have the “right stuff.” So, on my way to this session, I was completely nervous that I didn’t, have the right stuff.
I sweated if I would be able to: obtain the quota I set in my head, capture a relaxed photo out of a senior session with a young man, or if any of the pictures would turn out.
I know why I worry so much when it comes to photography because each work of art an artist produces if very much a remnant of their soul. So, to place it in another’s hand and have them not love it is heartbreaking.
And sometimes, that fear of heartbreak is enough to make an artist keep their gems hidden away, locked up tight from criticism or rejection.
All of my photos have been taken with my new Samsung Galaxy 5s. I am still trying to figure it out a bit. And, I’ll admit I miss my iPhone, occasionally, for pictures. Camera+ was the best camera app available, and I so wish the company would make an app for the Android world. The one thing I do LOVE about my new phone is the picture quality. It is outstanding, and I am thrilled that I made the switch.
If you feel like you are struggling with light, and you have a cell phone with a camera, pick it up and use it. I am amazed how my light skills have increased since I began seriously using my phone for photos. Today I can easily say that my phone is my go-to camera.
There is much talk, debate, and out right ridicule in the photography world about whether phonography is an honest form of photography. I say when it makes you learn a ton about things like lighting, exposure, and patience to capture your subject just right, then yes, it is a true contender.
She washes the mushrooms and brings them to the counter. She pulls one from the colander and clicks the stem off. I take it and begin slicing as she mumbles, “I wanted to slice them.” I toss back at her, “I want them done a certain way, so, I’ll do it.” Her body slumps, an echo of defeat tracers the movement of her hands against the mushroom stems.
The words returned to my mind, “You always have to be right.” It was quipped with a smile and a laugh, but there was truth in jest.
I surrendered the knife, and she sliced.
We stood side by side, me tending a pan of wilting spinach, her swishing a spoon through sliced mushrooms leaving a wake of butter and olive oil in its path. We stand among aromas and laughter, and words are tracing the counter tops, the cabinets.
And, it is hard this holding on to letting go. It’s hard to set the child free. To let her be who she is to be. How do you set someone free who holds a piece of your heart? But, for now, we stand two hearts working as one.
Hours later they sit side-by-side faces aglow with the reflection of the incandescent screen. They chat about usernames and passwords, and I question what it is they are doing. “Setting up an account, to play the game, mom.” The wafting memory of pre-dinner talk roams the nuances of my mind as recollection fills my senses.
They are stuck and need my help, and for a moment they are children grasping my hand. I guide them through the unknown territory, and then they release me and run off… “Okay, we got it” …alone.