About two years ago tiny gramma left a comment on my blog and it has always been one of my favorites…
While my mom and dad were very agreeable upon custody and visitation between the two of them while my sister and I were growing up, a majority of the mundane work fell to my mom. We didn’t always (if we ever did) get along, but we both turned out okay. A lot of the little things that get me through life these days were learned from my wee little mama.
So imagine my pride when I saw a post my mom, the one and only tiny gramma, had written for a local photography blog in New Mexico. She was asked to guest post seeing as how she keeps winning all these awards with her photography. (Part of the reason I have such a inferiority complex with my photography. THANKS MOM!)
So with her permission I am reposting it here. Because I’m proud of her. And this IS her. For as long as I can remember her cameras have always ALWAYS been an completely natural extra appendage. I could never imagine my mom changing a diaper. But lying in the mud for over an hour to get the perfectly lit shot of a mountain stream? Yeah. That’s my mom.
The following was written by my mom, about her quest to obtain the picture directly below which she titled “Morning Glory”
For those of us who photograph, we’ve all found that eating can wait. Getting warm can wait. Sleep will sometimes be in short supply. But when the alarm rings at 4:00 in the morning, we get out of our warm beds, we munch on a granola bar and if we’re lucky, we have a cup of coffee on the 45 minute drive to where we want to be when the sun comes up. But, do we really know what we are getting up for? It’s dark. Is that sun going to come up? Or will it rain? Will I have the perfect clouds? Too many clouds? Horizon clouds? (ugh!) And let’s not forget the wind.
Having the opportunity to shoot a location wedding in Jackson Hole last year, I made a week out of it, getting up early each morning and shooting each evening. What a feast of lush green for my starved New Mexico senses! You know, just being in gorgeous surroundings should be enough, but no, we have to make it harder by lugging around equipment, searching for the perfect shot, fretting over whether we will get the right conditions and hoping we don’t have some brain contusion wherein we blow the shot. Why do we do this to ourselves when we could just sit back and joyfully soak it all in……? (or just stay in bed!) I don’t know. I just don’t know… Except to say, personally, I just have to be out there with a camera. Just have to… It’s in my bones – I was born with the disease.
So on one of those mornings only a matter of feet from the Schwabacker’s Landing parking lot, Morning Glory materialized and suddenly, every other minute spent in the not-so-good-could-have-stayed-home-conditions, was forgotten. Every instance of alarm cursing was dismissed. I’m here for this moment in time. AND I get to take it home with me.
You’ve been there… You know…
Word mama. xoxo, your favorite kid.