We met at Myakka State Park on Sunday. The weather was beautiful, the boys were in good spirits, and I was crossing my fingers that just a few shots would turn out. It's been six months since I played photographer, and six months since I've done a mock session.
We enthusiastically headed over to a tree to climb. The boys hopped up and I snapped a few shots, but then decided I should be up on the limb too. I attempted to jump up on the giant limb multiple times before requiring assistance. It made the boys laugh, I got my shot, and also got some motivation to get back to the gym.
After hiking down a trail, and around a swamp, we changed location. I knew there was this rustic "cabin" not too far down the road. So, we drove there, climbed out and then discovered it's a bathroom. Didn't matter...I just wanted the background. I wanted the texture of the wood.
It turned out to be a great spot for these young cowboys.
This hobby of mine is still relatively new to me. I'm still trying to figure out what my "style" is. I'm trying to figure out what I like and what I don't. I know I'm not good at posing subjects. Photos of forced smiles don't really speak to me....not the way that this one does, anyway.
If these were my children, I'd hang this one. It's unscripted, it tells a story. A story of a little brother who is looking up at his big brother for his next step. In the photo, he's trying to figure out what big brother is doing with his hat, but in life, he's learning how to grow up by watching his big brother.
And I think they'll figure it out together, side by side.
And I love this one too. It's life with more than one child; kids going in different directions, momma trying to pull it all together, while keeping herself together. It's one of those moments that just IS.
And it all comes together eventually, doesn't it. That's the way life works.
So, we ventured down a trail to a real log cabin. The boys had renewed energy to explore while I tried to keep up.
They broke my camera with their goofy faces and cuteness and then Big Brother tried on his somber face. He's a stone-faced cowboy and he's mad that his horse ran off. That's what we pretended anyway.
Then, Little Brother did some rock climbing. He seems so small compared to the big giant rock. And I had the chance to nail my focus.
As the sun was fading and the mosquitoes started biting, we decided to try one more location. Down the road we drove to a wooden fence covering the entrance to a trail. It was a good decision. I think I took my best photos of the day in that spot.
I still don't know what my style is. Different photos speak to me in different ways, I just can't pinpoint it, and that's okay. Maybe my style is that I don't have one. Regardless, I had a great time, and I hope that their momma got a Christmas card shot out of here somewhere.
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