1change verb \ˈchānj\
To be something different.
(New things are coming)
“The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm; when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were; and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one’s eyes.” Frances Hodgson Burnett
When I heard Georgia was coming for Christmas, I knew we had to plan a special session. I’ve been longing to do a fairytale/bridal inspired session, and Georgia was perfect for it. While my original idea was a strapless champagne colored gown, we ended up with a sweet glitzy golden gown. I mentally sewed the dress days before, and for the most part, it only took a day to actually sew. Besides making the dress, I also made a small gold leaf tiara, and did her hair and makeup. We started off in a field and then headed into the forest. The weather forecast said it would be cloudy with a chance for a rain/snow mix, but we were very thankful for the puffy clouds and occasional bursts of sun rays. I immediately thought of this french impressionist painting when we started. I only wish we could have had a parasol! Georgia’s visits always seem to fly by so quickly, and I’m left with that bittersweet feeling.
I’ve been trying to find a photographic style that fits The Whimsy Tree and I feel like this session is getting closer to the look that fits me as an artist. I’m still swooning over the ethereal feel of the images and am excited to begin the new year and create more wonderful imagery. If you haven’t checked the new pricing for 2012, you can find it here.
P.S. Georgia will be graduating from college in the spring of 2012, and looking for a full time graphic design position in Boston. Any inquiries can be emailed to email@example.com
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.-Robert Frost