The other night, following a bit of errand running and adventuring as a family, I went location scouting, littles in tow. I'd been eyeing this field for the past year or so and daydreaming up the most glorious visions of it bathed in the warmth of late summer, bursting with beauty and begging to be photographed. I knew it's time of full blossom would come and patiently I had waited.
Well, blossom it has, in all it's golden glory.
Upon returning home that evening and after putting the kids to bed, my husband and I marveled together at how realistically and true-to-now, our kids are reflected in the images. It's amazing to me the truth that can be captured when little ones are just left to be. Winslet is our little charmer; walk-running everywhere with such purpose, babbling, smiling and brightening as she goes. Sanders is observant, watchful, more guarded than Winnie but just as excitable. He is anxious to discover and discuss. Together they are adventurers. They love to play; him filled with concern for his little sis, and her, headstrong and determined, yet cheerful to follow in his footsteps. Watching them explore this new territory, lost in wonder at the potential that new places always seem to hold for small children, was a powerful reminder to me. A reminder to stop more often, to slow down; with camera in hand, to play and to snap.
I am increasingly grateful for the moments my camera allows me to capture and freeze forever, especially as a mama who is daily learning that life is a whirlwind, one that seems to speed by more quickly with each passing month. It's photos like these of my little explorers, filled with authenticity, wonderment and discovery, photos that bring me back to a specific God-given moment, that I will treasure forever.