Little Starling Photography » Capturing the daily flutters of little ones

I recognized the other day the reason why I love so much to take pictures.
My brother recently turned 50 and his family had prepared a video of old photos from his life.  It was so beautiful and moving.  I saw my brother as a baby with my young mother, I saw him as a dad surrounded by his daughters.  I saw him as a proud grandpa holding his first grandson.  It brought emotions such as love, family pride and eternity, that I realized that the photos I take now will someday be old photos and invoke these same emotions later.  Filled with so much love for my family, I realized that is why I do this.

I get a little panicked when a baby doesn’t want anything to do with the camera no matter what the parents try, and Porter was just that.  But we did manage to capture his budding personality in-between his cries.  Even though he didn’t like his nap interrupted, he had us laughing.  Can’t wait to see him grow.

Showing who’s #1 in the family.

Porter seemed to be saying, "Take that! Aunt Lauri, I’ve had enough!"

And that was all his doing…no help from anyone.

A year ago today, I was doing a photo shoot of my dear friend’s baby.

 
I’m reminiscing.  I try and take a photo a day, which is quite amusing to see how the year has progressed and what I’ve been up to.  Which all started way back June 4th, 2003 with my super high tech, one mega-pixel, millennium Kodak digital camera.

Two years ago today, I was editing photos from a wedding I shot. (no, I don’t usually do weddings…only for family.)

Three years ago today, I was struck with spring fever and bought these sandals.  Had to wait months to wear them. 

This time the pair were abandoned together.

I used to be timid about being in a big city–like where to park, one-way roads, and the scary people to avoid.  I’ve worked in Salt Lake City, amongst all the tall buildings for two and half years now.  I’ve walked and driven all over the blocks (and found some great places to eat, too).   
I’ve been told by a homeless man that god would punish me because I didn’t have any food to share with him.   Someone was shot in the parking lot where I park my car (fortunately, it was during the night and I was home in bed).  Wednesday nights are Ladies’ Night at the club next door to our building, so the following mornings our parking area is scattered with beer cans and broken glass.  I know I’ve seen puke.  I’m sure I’ve smelled pee, and sometimes there’s an abandoned shoe which makes me wonder how drunk the girl was to not notice it missing.  I’ve almost been hit by a car twice, while trying to cross an intersection.  Pay attention people!!  Our building, along with several others, has had the natural gas valve vandelized repeatedly enough that Homeland Security is involved in the investigation.  (I hope my mom isn’t reading this.)  Oh, and Perry bought me some mace, just in case there is a scary man in the bushes.  I think I’ve seen one once, but I told him I wouldn’t help him and to go ask a ‘man’ for help (we girls are much smarter now).
It was on a cold day, as I’m looking down to somehow keep my warmth in and this random sidewalk message caught my attention.  A fitting phrase for a city girl.