Glorious

Could this child be any lovelier? I certainly don’t know how. Oh, that hair. I would give my right arm for that hair. Well maybe not my arm. That would make it tough to hold my own lovely daughter (whose hair is just a smidge straighter), and my camera. But you know what I’m saying. Her hair is glorious. The color is from her father; the luscious curls are all her mother.

And she’s sweet too. So, so sweet. And smart and inquisitive. A perfect combination of both her parents. What a joy to photograph.

Poised & Beautiful

When did high school seniors start looking so poised and beautiful? Did the girls I graduated with look this good? I hate to slam my entire graduating class but I have to say, I don’t think we did. Then again, we had a good excuse. It was, after all, the 80s, and hair was BIG. So big I once measured my friend’s hair, top to bottom, side to side and front to back. I don’t remember the exact dimensions but I know a 12-inch ruler didn’t cut it. Had to break out a yard stick. Now that’s big. (And seriously flammable.)

But back to Gabrielle, the poised and beautiful, regular-sized-hair, subject of these photos. Congratulations on your graduation! I know you will go far.

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go, instead, where there is no path, and leave a trail.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)

A Year in Photos

My daughter turns two next month so I figured it was high time to finish her first year photo book. I hadn’t been putting it off exactly; it was just an enormous project. Mammoth. I started months ago and it quickly expanded to fill every second of my available time, not to mention a whole lot of my unavailable time. I haven’t pulled so many all-nighters since college.

My husband was deployed when our daughter was born and didn’t come home until she was nearly 10 months old. I hated that he was missing out on those early days so I sent him daily photos and email updates.

I didn’t set out to take a photo a day. It started with the flurry of photos in those first few days—in the hospital, leaving the hospital, in the car, arriving home, etc. I knew how much my husband enjoyed the photos and, after the first week or so, I hated to skip a day. The days grew into weeks, and the weeks into months, and at some point I felt like I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

Well, sometimes I wanted to stop. Coming up with new and interesting ways to photograph my baby was always a challenge. On dark, dreary days it was a downright chore. I’ll admit, the day after my husband came home I promptly fell off the wagon. I sometimes went a week or more without breaking out my camera. Yet I found I couldn’t let go, and so, the wagon dragged me around for the last two months of the year.

When I sat down to start this project I had thousands of photos to sort through and 120-some pages of text, all emails to my husband about our daughter. Four hundred and twelve pages later, the book is finished.

I wanted to share a few of my favorite photos and a link to the completed book. I absolutely love it. It was delivered two days too late for my mom’s birthday, but just in time for father’s day.

GiGi
first year photos
By Cynthia Roelle
Photo book

 
I used BookSmart by Blurb.com to create this book. Blurb offers free online book making tools that allow you to create your own photo books, as well as bookstore-quality printing and binding. The software is fairly user-friendly, though a little clunky, particularly when you insert and format text lengthier than a caption.

Blurb.com automatically lists a price for any book that is available to be viewed publicly. The pricing is quite reasonable, until you get up to hundreds of pages like I did.

Gaby - June 18, 2012 - 12:44 am

The photos are beautiful! GiGi is so pretty and she has the most expressive and beautiful eyes. Thanks for sharing!

Linda - June 23, 2012 - 6:23 pm

Loved the book! I looked through the whole thing and relived the year of e-mails and your visit to Asheville when we got to see GiGi in person. She is just precious!

Tricia - June 29, 2012 - 3:45 am

Cynthia, how fun to peruse your beautiful captures of GiGi! Though I haven’t yet met her, I now sort of feel as if I have. What a talented mother you are!

Kelly - July 9, 2012 - 6:49 pm

Thanks for sharing your blog with me, Cindy. You are a talented photographer! The book you made of Gigi’s first year is truly special and beautiful!

Stars & Stripes

I have a penchant for random holiday facts so I thought I’d take a moment to share a post in honor of Flag Day, June 14th, which also happens to be the Army’s birthday.

On June 14th, 1775, our Nation’s leaders established the Continental Army. If you’re counting, that was 237 years ago today. I was in the Army for three years, which was about two-and-a-half years too many, but I am proud to have served. (Proud of all we have done, Fighting till the battle’s won, And the Army goes rolling along!) Happy Birthday Army.

Flag Day commemorates the adoption of the Stars and Stripes as the Nation’s flag. It all happened by resolution of the Second Continental Congress on June 14, 1777. The next day, Betsy Ross, who is credited with sewing the first flag, married her second husband, one Joseph Ashburn. Poor Mr. Ross had died from a wound he received in the Revolutionary War.

I took the photo of this stunning flag at Hickam Air Force Base, Honolulu, Hawaii. As far as flags go, ours is kick-ass.

Newborn

It has been a long time since I photographed a newborn. I had forgotten how little they are, how soft and delicate. How sweet they smell (which is somewhat surprising given all the vomiting) and how easy they are to photograph.

Newborns. Itty bitty. Pure and pliable. Pick them up and hold them, then put them down again. Move them and change their clothes, then move them again. They sleep a while then wake up, then fall asleep again. They follow you with wide eyes. Wiggle your fingers and they’ll shift their gaze. It’s effortless and fun, gratifying and uncomplicated.

Not to be forgotten are the booties knitted by Nanna, the heirloom teether. A dress from her big sister, a blanket from a close friend. Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Hands balled into fists. Little details too easily overlooked in a mother’s sleep-deprived fog. All things to cherish. All things to remember.

Kristyn Schrader-King - April 23, 2012 - 1:27 am

Dearest “Bingo,”
Thank you so much for capturing our sweet Elise in such an amazing manner. You create heirlooms with your talent.
Much love, “EA”

Linda - April 23, 2012 - 10:02 pm

Such beautiful photos – I love them! I wish I had known you when Claire was a baby…