Life in Black & White | September

Welcome to another glimpse of my life in black and white.  After reading my post, please continue on in the blog circle to see a glimpse of Melissa’s life in black & white.

It’s September… and it should be the second week of school for my son.  Usually by now he is settled into his classroom, pencils sharpened and notebooks tucked into his desk.  He would be telling me about who he gets to sit with, who is and isn’t in his class this year, and what his first impressions are of his new teacher.  But this year is different.

Here he is waiting for his little brother to finish breakfast so we can leave the house.  But he’s also waiting to start fourth grade.

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This year has started the way the school year ended in June… no kids in the classroom and no teachers doing their jobs.  Instead they are walking the picketlines outside of empty schools, trying to fight so my son can have an education he deserves.

The BC Government is slowing tearing away at the foundations of public education.  Students in BC get $1000 each  less funding than other provinces.  Teachers are spending money out of pocket to create resources, learning materials and educational supports.  Children with special needs are losing access to much needed supports.  The government insists there is no money to meet the demands teachers are placing on them for (well deserved) wage increases, and class size and composition.  While I understand budgeting, the government is also being unrealistic with it’s expectations of these hard working individuals.  Class size restrictions and composition supports were stripped out of the contracts with teachers a few years ago.  These need to be returned.  Two courts have ruled that the government needs to bring this back.  And yet, the fighting continues.  Caught in the middle are the kids.  Kids like my son, who is a well behaved student, who does his work and doesn’t need much help.  The silent ones who don’t have behavioural issues or extra needs that demand more time.  Classrooms have gotten so crowded and teachers are dealing with so many challenging students, they don’t have much time to spend with someone like my son.  They don’t have help to deal with those that need extra attention.  Their time is spread thin.  My child deserves better than this.  Yet we can’t afford to place him in private school.  We can’t afford to have me stay home and homeschool him.  Why should we have to do that?  My husband and I were educated through the public school system.  My children have a right to that same education.

Wage issues aside, these two opposing sides need to get it together. They need to negotiate, mediate, arbitrate… whatever it takes to get the kids in the classrooms – with the supports they need; with teachers who feel valued and supported; with the education they all deserve.

I am frustrated, tired, angry… and most of all sad for my son, and the thousands of other students out there waiting… just waiting…

Embrace. Life. Moments. | Victoria Storytelling Photographer

Dish duty – Liam, age 4… also known as the day he spent 40 minutes happily scrubbing out silcone muffins liners, plastic containers and my French Press until they were all super extra clean (along with his shirt and the floor!)  He was so proud of the work he had done.  I was proud that he had learned a few life skills.  My husband was happy he didn’t break our coffee pot.  His big brother was happy he had 40 minutes of uninterrupted time.  Mostly, I realized how much my baby was growing up, and becoming a contributing member of the family.  He is on the bridge between young child and independent boy, and time seems to be moving at increasing fast intervals.  I can’t stop time, but for a millisecond I can freeze it into a thought-provoking, life embracing moment that I can look at and revisit over and over, and we can all remember those 40 minutes.

 

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During the last several months I have been on a journey to take my photography to the next level.  As I gain a deeper technical skill set, I’m also working on deepening the meaning behind my photography on a personal level.  I don’t want to just capture smiles in my photos – I want the smiles I get to be from looking at the moments I capture.  I want show a glimpse at my life now, so when I look back I can transport myself right back to that moment, those feelings, those sounds and smells, and emotions.

I also want to do this for you.  If you are interested in having personal, meaningful, memorable moments of your life preserved – send me an email.  squishy.prints@gmail.com  I want to tell your story.

My Voice & The Yan Fam Way Experience

I have finally found my own voice…

 

It’s taken me almost two weeks to compose this blog post.  Two weeks to take in, chew-up and process the experience I had in Seattle.

But I have found my voice, my vision… I found me.

 

I recently took a trip on my own (no kids, no husband) to Seattle, WA. It was to attend a photography workshop with a group of talented women, and lead by the very talented Yan Palmer.  I adore Yan and her work.  I fell in love with her images a few years ago while she was going through a difficult time in life, and I was too.  I watched as her images told the story of her emotions, her thoughts, her rawness and even her vulnerability.  So when she announced her workshop dates, and I saw a location only a few hours from me, I jumped at the chance to meet this person who had so inspired me.

She taught me things – but not about how to be like her, or pose and shoot and process like her.  Although we did get to watch her do a family shoot – and I learned a lot of  great tips from that.  She really does some magic with families.

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But mostly, she taught about connections.  About how to connect with myself – and how to connect myself to my work. She taught me how to become a purple cow.  She challenged me.  She was honest.  Somehow she made us all open up to our vulnerabilities and work with them.  She lead each of us to the start of a path and left us starting on a journey.

I left inspired, renewed, and a little raw.  And then I saw it.

The voice.  The vision.  The person I wanted to be.  The photographer I wanted to be.  The photographer I am.  I know that I want my work to please someone – me.  I am working on pleasing me.  Shooting images for me.  Taking the style that I have been trying so hard to find, and now running with it.  I found it.

My style.  What makes my photos, my photos.

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So now I am about to embark on a journey to be able to share my voice with you all.  Some people may not like it.  And that is okay.  But I will love it. I will own it.  I will rock it.

My family has had an incredibly hard year – and we are facing a tougher year still.  But through these emotionally challenging days, I have stories to share.  Memories to cherish. Moments that will inspire.  Moments that will leave me breathless.  I am going to capture these moments, so every time I see these images, the emotions they evoke will flood me with the feelings, and reconnect me to me.

 

I hope that out there, there is another mom like me, who wants her story captured too.  Because I am going to capture that for her.

 

Was the YamFamWay workshop worth it – absoultely.  Did I learn all of Yan’s secrets? Nope, proabably not all of them – but I did learn so much more.   Did I figure out what was missing from my photos – you betcha.  But I’ve found it now.  That raw honesty and the pure heart and soul that she pours into her workshops make it the amazing experience she promises it to be.  She is open and honest and soul seeking.  She really is as wonderful in person as her on-line presence.  And she really did help me to figure me out and find my way.

Thanks for helping me find it Yan!  (You might want to consider renaming the Yan Fam Way workshop to the Yan Find My Way workshop!)

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Thanks to Heather for opening her home to us. and to Katy for letting up capture her beautiful family during the workshop shoot.  Aren’t they the adorable!

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To that group of women I connected with in Seattle, and to the inspiring Diana Palmer – thank you for letting me open up and share, and laugh and cry.  Thanks for the fun times, the emotional times, the honesty, the love languages, the process, the Tarasco! (Special thanks to Kristin for hanging out and taking my new head shots… and for that embarrassing moment at PF Chang’s!)

 

XO
Ally