I’m a big fan of imagination. I love books and how your minds eye can create the scene and characters, and really make a book come alive. Sessions are kind of like reading and writing books for me. I have certain things in mind to help create a story, but as the session begins, the story unfolds into something magical – always based on the characters in the story, a child or a family. They help me write the story. One of the props I brought to this session was a yellow parasol. I had expected to use it in someway, and I’m so glad I was able to watch Abbi’s little story unfold. I call the series Dancing on Sunshine.
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