For the love of the imperfect photo

I love photos that have a soft focus. 

I love photos that are blurry with movement.

I often love photos where it looks like you are looking straight into the sun and all the colors bleed together like a watercolor. 

I love photos that are way too dark and contrasty. 

I love photos where the subjects hair is out of place, or when they smile with their eyes closed. 

I love these kinds of photos because to me they remind me of what my life feels like: Wild and a little unpredictable. Where the edges of moments and days blend together.

I think I’m drawn to photos that some may deem imperfect because they often convey a feeling that perfection often cannot: the feeling of being in constant transition. The wild and breathless feeling of falling in love. The feeling of being surrounded by chaos and joy at the same time. The feeling of growing up. The feeling of days full of both laughter and tears and struggle and happiness all at the same time. That blurry and exhausted feeling of waking up in the middle of the night so many times followed by the sweetest baby smiles in the morning.

When I think of my days with my children, there isn’t much stillness: there is movement, and joy and wildness and laughter and whole lot of tears. There are tantrums. My days feel blurry around the edges. And I bet yours sometimes feels the same. And when I’m taking a photo, thats part of what I want to capture. 

So yes, I take photos that are Christmas card and grandparent worthy. And you better believe they’ll be beautiful. But I’m also going to send you with the photos that tell the story of your life now, as best I can. Photos that may be considered imperfect, but also show just a little of what it feels like to move through your day. Because gosh, it changes so fast and these moments are so precious.