A newborn.
There really is nothing quite like it.
Just a few more images from the amazing Baby as Art workshop I attended last month.
I just love a newborn baby.
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This first image sums up exactly how last week’s Baby as Art workshop with Carrie Sandoval and Brittany Woodall made me feel–like I was dreaming. Newborn photography is truly such an art and these two gals have it mastered. I still am so in awe of the fact that I was able to learn from the best of the best in the industry and feel like I should pinch myself and wake up! What an invaluable experience to be able to witness firsthand their attention to detail, their calming way with brand new babies, and their overall vision for their images.
There were two baby models during our personal workshop, so here are a few images I took of the first little beauty. There really is nothing quite like a sleeping newborn baby.
She was technically my last shoot of the year and the very first baby to sleep through an entire session. I typically plan for two to three setups during a newborn session, but with this little snoozer we were able to go from one pose to the next with not so much as a peep. And I’ve never been able to use a new prop so quickly–usually I buy it and sit on it for weeks until the perfect session comes along. But last week when I stumbled across this gorgeous wooden bucket I hoped and hoped that my upcoming newborn session would be with a good sleeper so we would be able to capture some great images using it. Mission accomplished.
“Megan? Megan? Megan, are you listening?”
“No.”
“Why weren’t you listening, Megan?”
“Because I was busy talking to Laura.”
A conversation nearly 25 years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday. She had long blond hair. She played with me on the playground during recess. She had a new baby brother. It was kindergarten and it was the first time I was being scolded by a teacher. But it didn’t matter–I was busy talking to my new best friend, Laura. School could wait.
The other day when I was dropping Abby off at preschool I was chatting with one of the other moms about my photoshoot that day with a five day old baby girl and that her mom and I had been friends since we were five years old. She said, “Wow–that’s something you read about in magazines but very few people are lucky enough to have.” It was then I realized just how lucky I am to have Laura in my life.
We have a whole history together that some sisters don’t even share. Her house was the first one that I ever spent the night at. And we had many, many, more slumber parties after that. And backyard camp-outs. And late night murder mystery movie making (I would love to find those videos!) when we were twelve. And trampoline jumping…for hours. And cookie baking (which was more like cookie-dough eating). And letter writing folded up into cootie catchers.
So many of my childhood memories include Laura. And even more of my teenage memories are filled with her.
She was the first person to ever take me to church and introduce me to Jesus. She taught me my first bible verse. She bunked with me at church summer camp. She encouraged me, she lived out her faith, and she knew what it meant to stand for something, even in high school when it seemed like people would fall for anything.
When I found out my dad was sick with kidney cancer Laura was one of the first people I told. She had always been so close to him and even worked with him at Aerojet (yes, Laura actually is a rocket scientist). And when she said how sorry she was when he passed away I knew she meant it because I knew what my dad meant to her.
And now Laura has a new little one and I couldn’t be more thrilled. And she knows how much I mean that because she knows what she means to me.
“Very few people are lucky enough to have that.” It’s so true.
I adore her. Simple as that.
