In their most “perfect” state, I can’t imagine a toddler any other way but spaghetti on their face and Crayola markers all over their hands and clothes. If there is a better way to photograph a toddler, I’d love to hear it. But many times, I refuse to see photography as a posed and poised collage of photos consisting humans.
When I imagine photography of humans in it’s perfect state, I imagine the happiness in the person’s face, captivated. I imagine the pain they face in their life, sadness I can sympathize with. I imagine hope in their eyes, shown.
It’s when I let down the guard of perfection, fixing up and posing- creating perfect imagery, that I found my true love of photography.
In all it’s form, photography is beautiful, but in certain forms, it’s even more beautiful to me.
I can’t imagine my life as a wife or mother without photography. Most recently, I can’t imagine my life with friends without the ability to capture them in their most natural state, in their most beautiful form.
This is photography, this is how it moves me- in such a perfectly imperfect way.