Posted on November 11, 2015
Fall Mini Photo Play Session
What is a Fall Mini Photo Play Session?
I love this one, the first of this season. The session is short, super affordable, and therefore accessible to all. But more importantly it’s fun, it’s in a gorgeous setting, with different play zones to inspire my subjects. My photo sessions are quite different from a traditional formal shoot. I have a background in working with children, and love to see them shining, doing what they love, free and having fun….for a three year old, that is NOT sitting stiffly in front of a strange person with a camera that they just met. My goal is to engage, get the family trying some fun stuff, jumping off a log, climbing, throwing rocks into the lake, snuggling, making funny faces, chasing each other and so on. This gets everyone warmed up, and children and adults alike lose some of that self conscious awkwardness. Our photos turn out more candid, natural, and most typically it is at the end of our session that I get my favourite group shots. Everyone is feeling relaxed, they trust me more, and have forgotten a little that the camera is there. I hope you enjoy what you see.
Posted on November 6, 2015
Fall Mini Photo Play Sessions
\I’m really enjoying doing these!! Short, 15 to 20 minutes, at the end of the day when the sun is going down casting that warm Autumn glow, the brisk air, and last leaves are lighting up the sky, families are wrapped in woollies, cozy and ready to hug. A gorgeous outdoor setting provides both a memorable back drop and lots of fun locations for play or interaction, beach logs, climbing trees, a playground, something to bring families together, get home laughing, stretching their limits a little to break out of the stiff portrait mode.
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Posted on October 12, 2015
A meditation on seeds
As I walk around these days, watching leaves float and seeds tumble and spin, I spin tales. Tell stories of the tough “conquer” (Horse Chestnut) battles of my childhood, the miracle of helicopter seeds….as always I’m taking pictures of mamas feeding their babies at their breast….I am teaching children, I am leaning into and learning daily more about that beautiful entwinement of love and attachment….it is not all loveliness, is it?
There is pain, there is loss.
Our baby is a gift, we have sprouted, there is new life, there is harvest, Thanksgiving! But how do we hold a space for what is lost, what is broken, what hurts?
When we have a child, we are cracked open, we are broken.
Tell that story!
Have you noticed all the armor, all the fuzz and fluff, the wicked fast wings and strong anchors seed pods have!! We women have all that armor, that prickly or soft fuzz, we have those wings and anchors…..until….crack, we give birth, or miscarry, or FAIL to get pregnant, or FAIL to carry a child to term, or FAIL to be lovable.
It cracks us right open, it empties us out.
It breaks right through our armor, it clips our wings, dethorns us, plucks our fuzz, it rips our anchors, like roots in their clinging to the earth.
Huskless we fall to the ground, the wet mud….
Unteathered we fly spinning, terrified, forgotten?
Who am I?
This is giving birth
Or giving death
Or standing barren before the storm
Tell that story!
We generate, we regenerate.
We have incredible power, and yet we feel so broken, so ripped open, so emptied, so exhausted, so alone.
We have incredible power, and yet feel often so powerless, so terrified, so ungrateful, even angry at our child who has torn apart our whole being and left us an empty husk.
We have incredible power, and yet that power is not honoured, not told and retold, not upheld, not painted and hung in spangles for all to see, the incredible power and beauty of the pregnant, the birthing, the breast-feeding, bottle-feeding, the stretch marks, the Caesarian marks, the empty womb, the broken heart, the single mama, the sea mama, the childless longing mama, the sexless marriage, the withered breast, the saggy belly…..all in us that is wholly generative and regenerative, this incredible power….of life and death we hold within these armored, winged husks of ours.
Tell that story.
A child at the breast is attached to the pulse of life.
A child held in the arms with a bottle, a child against your chest mama, papa, uncle, auntie, grandma, grandpa is attached to the pulse of life. In that hold, the heart beats synchronize, the message is exchanged, we belong. We have incredible power, and yet, we are told an image of a mother nurturing her baby is revolting, unseemly. I’m so sorry if the pan sexual, or deeply sensual nature of that connection offends your delicate senses.
Tell that story!
Instead, I will bind my breasts in satin or leather, push them together, bend over, shake it all up for your pleasure. Instead, I will encourage the pre pubescent girls and boys in my community to shake their booty, learn lust, sexualization, commodification….oh why get angry now? Perhaps that’s exactly it…sever that commutation, make sure the message doesn’t get through, make sure we are disconnected from that pulse of life!!
Today, I post two images of my gorgeous, strong, broken, regenerating friend A. as she holds her babe to her breast. The first is so uplifting, so telling, so much of the story of life is there: as a mother we face that over-powering ocean, as our babe at once clings to us and pulls away. The other is the same, only edited, cleaned up, blurred, censored. Because we all know that the nipple is disgusting, right? Because it is sexual, it cannot possibly be linked to nurturing a child, right? It must be reserved for the erotic, the lovers, for the advertisers….not the pulse of life.
Mamas, like the Ocean roar!
Tell that story.
Posted on July 28, 2015
We are so beautiful, us women, us mothers, grandmothers, sisters and daughters…aren’t we?
Yet so many of us don’t see our ourselves that way. What happens when we see our own shining beauty? When does it happen? is it because others love us, cherish us, or value us for more that our external beauty? Do we shine when we are filled with purpose and belonging? Do all women struggle with seeing themselves as valuable beyond physical or sexual beauty,? How about beyond mothering? Do we all falter in the self-worth department? My experience says yes. I would love for my stories of women to hold women and mamas up high shining glorious and proud for all that we do and bring to the table, artists, farmers, cooks, dancers, politicians, plumbers, poets, nannies, and so much more! Thank you Matta for letting me take so many photos of you! Thank you also for being so candid, honest and vulnerable.
I enjoyed watching your beauty, powerful, creative, passionately devoted to your daughter, to our land, to your art and your beliefs, to your friends and your duty. You played hard, took punches, and opened your heart at every turn. Your beauty is strong, burning, and vulnerable all at the same time.
Posted on July 26, 2015
What are the stories of mothers?
How do we express the entwinement of the gift of giving life, the joy, the intense embodiment and attachment, the sharing of mutual need and sensuality, with the loss of self, the struggle to prove female worth and contribution, the challenges around safety, belonging, beauty, relationship with partner, self and society? i am interested in these stories, through the body positivity movement, and even beyond into an expression of autonomy, belonging and contribution….
Posted on July 26, 2015
And we go down to the river to pray….
I want to become a regional photographer for a beautiful body project, do you know about it?
Celebrating women and mothers and their natural beauty!
What happens when we feel belonging in place, when we can go down to the river to pray and see our selves, our own bodies in the arms of mother nature, see ourselves, both whole and perfect, and intimately linked to all life? This summer at Firemaker, it was hot and dry, there was a fire ban, instead, we found ourselves all down by the river. I felt, down there, something, I think we all felt, somehow linked to this essential source, drinking, bathing, resting, connecting, buoyed up by our own mother.
Thank you beautiful Laura Jesson Love for letting me take and share these pictures of your gloriousness! I have had the incredible pleasure of getting to know you and your two sons by this river at a Primitive Skills gathering we attend every summer. You have inspired me by your commitment to knowing yourself, being totally in your body, by reaffirming daily your passion for life, compassion for self and others, and your loving-kindness towards your children and their growing needs. These photos capture for me your freedom and ease with your body, your attunement to nature, especially the water element, and above all the sweet pleasure of sharing your time and love for water with your sons down by the river.