Nonfiction Love Song

I have decided: I am going to be a photographer.

If only it was that easy, right? There are many things I wish I could simply speak into existence, but it doesn't always work that way. Back to what I was saying, I'd love to be a photographer. It's always been an option, always been sitting on the edge of my mind as a hobby I'd like to take up or a profession I could go into. I mean, it's only natural. First step into my house and you can easily see that I've been surrounded by pictures --and hundreds of them-- all my life.

My mother has an obsession with them. We have dozens of them hanging on every wall and sitting on every table, television, windowsill, any piece of furniture with a flat surface has a picture on it. No joke. She was always snapping pictures of us; running around in the yard, playing dress up in our rooms, dancing in recitals, a whole multitude of daily occurrances captured on film. Now almost all things film have gone to digital, but that's a whole 'nother story (let's just say, I'm determined to own a polaroid camera one day; just for kicks).

Seriously though. Photography just does wonders. I still have no idea how it works but it floors me how a little contraption --which with technology grows smaller and smaller by the year-- can capture a split second of time for us to look back over and frame and keep for years to come. Memories are great, a wonderful thing to think on and enjoy, but there's just something about seeing that moment relived in a picture. The thought of capturing those moments and preserving them.. it makes me want to catch every second of every day and put it in my pocket.

I know, I know.. there's a thing called living in the moment. There's an element of stepping out of that moment when you have to press pause on what is happening to dig through your purse for that little silver and blue camera which may or may not have enough battery power to snap a shot of that kodak moment that most likely just passed you by. I get that, I do. But what about catching that wide smile and joyous moment (or moments) for other people? That's something I'd love to do.

So... I'm a smidge of a romantic, incredibly girly, and have been known to cry and squeal from time to time if something should happen that tugs at my heartstrings. It happens. And it happens over pictures. A lot. I find myself more and more lately perusing various photographers blogs and sites and sessions, wishing that I could do something similar.

I'm going to make it happen. Eventually. Just you wait and see.

This post, random as always, was inspired by that new hobby of looking through webpage after webpage of photography, and it was one session that hit me in particular. The pictures were gorgeous, absolutely beautiful, and the couple was Dagen and Avery, friends of a friend from Lifegroup (Avery is actually the roommate of the girl whose house we met at every week). It was a combination of the pictures and the story (HERE) behind their engagement and relationship that just took the cake for me (again, it's that whole hopeless romantic thing). A beautiful, Christian, inspiring couple.

Enough for tonight though. Or this morning, as it would be just after 2am. I'm rambling at this point. The other update I was originally going to post will come. Again, eventually.

For now, enjoy a few of my favorite photographers (and the above photo is credited to the first site listed below):
http://www.kathrynkrueger.com/
http://www.sixfourteenphotography.com/
http://www.daisypearlportraits.com/
http://stokedproductions.org/

Good night, and sweet dreams to all!
Bailey Jean

Song of the Day:
"Nonfiction Love Song" by Jillian Edwards