I’m at the top of Ensign Peak. I have no idea who these people are. Taken in August 2015.
feet in water
girl in snow
this is nap time:
she wiggles and cries and turns over
until she’s pressed against the edges of the crib
her thumb in her mouth
and then, Peace
I let her sleep
but I watch, too
I forget, I hide
But from out of the corners
Life slips back to me
but he’s still smiling.
there are more important things
than trying to look perfect.
there are times she tosses and turns and flinches
making small, adorable noises
but then she is still, only breathing
wrapped in the warmth of sleep.
in summer grass, she looks at me
unsure of what to think of this world
but when she understands
the cool shade and the bright sun
she’ll love it.
she is mine: and I want to catch
forehead wrinkles, smiles, wiggles, sounds
I want to remember every moment
and hold it, and keep it
breathing in her milk-baby lotion smell
and loving her forever.
unwilling, squinting her eyes in the dim light
sleep always so close, drifting
the world fuzzy and unknown
her mother: soft and inviting
welcome to life
this is how he sees himself, and how he wishes others would see him
hunting is not a waste of time, but a life, a place where he can be
powerful and fierce and ready to take on the world.
this is where he feels at home with himself
because there are no expectations and responsibilities
only the chase to the kill
(photo by Dillon)
It seems a little vain:
Plastering myself up there.
Why would anyone care?
But no one else,
can take a self-portrait
and make it look just the same.
(Minus my identical twin.)
look at you in your dorm room
emptiness gradually turning into piles of you
since when did you have orange sheets?
since when did you grow-up,
old enough to say goodbye to Mom?
are you playing the guitar to make things familiar?
don’t worry. you’ll get used to it.
(Photo credit: Clarissa Walker)
She is a few days old and her eyes don’t want to open.
Tired, the light is too bright, they stay closed.
But her mouth: tiny and used to sucking,
It opens up to the sky in such a big yawn for such a small thing.
I want to capture her
in a moment of stillness,
her life written on her face.
She is staring out into her front yard
through glass doors
the light spilling onto her skin.
I learn from her,
work with her,
talk with her,
and I wish I could return
again and again and again,
trying to learn her
there are debates over whether he has red hair or not
and debates over who gets to hold him, but only for about five minutes, or after he starts to cry.
he doesn’t care much about what is going on around him
just in wonder of the world.
I’m glad you are
smiling, and that our lives are going in the same direction as we
walk forward, hand in hand, talking slowly about things that were and things that are to come,
contemplating a future and realizing that the greatest
happiness can be found in the moment, because we are living dreams.
I’m glad you look at me and
listen as my words leave me. I’m glad you
speak the things of your heart.
Here is your new head shot.
Plaster it on Facebook.
You look older–why?
Somehow you are no longer
on the edge of teenager,
but growing firmly into
a young woman.
the youthful glow is still there,
but the child is gone.
“How do I compare to professional photographers?”
“You’re not as demanding. When I say I want to go home, we go home.”
There are many forced smiles
They are easy to come by.
But the real smiles,
the smiles that mean something:
those can be difficult.
big bad wolf
blow my house
down while the
fog is still
thick– the house will fall,
but I won’t care because
dancing in the
a photo taken by my husband,
who likes me to smile. but I didn’t.
my sister took this–
of her son.
she could capture her own
infant better than I could.
new life turns couple into family
dancing behind flame
So my sister got married on Friday. And, because I was free, I got to be her wedding photographer. This filled me with a sense of dread, since I was afraid of messing up with my limited skills. However, after some prayer and faking it, I got through it with only one mishap. That mishap happened to be that I never got a decent picture of my immediate family–in the three I have, Emily has her eyes closed in every single one. So sorry, Mom and Emily, for my lack of a picture with everyone’s eyes open. But overall, I am satisfied with my work and hopefully you will be too. It was so much fun.
And if you want photographs of any sort, I’m totally open to do some for you.
Brothers. They are a weird lot.
Your loyal photographer. Dillon took this picture for me.
My grandpa. I really like this picture.
And here are some flowers.
My brother, who everyone said was the next one to get married. The whole day, over and over, they said it to him.
“That doesn’t look posed at all.”
Maybe Emily and Matt will be in the same position as Liz and Joe above in a while . . .
Mom & Dad
It was my mom and dad’s 25th wedding anniversary on the day my sister got married. Which was pretty awesome. Here they are smooching away, caught up in the newlywed spirit.
Well, I hope you enjoyed the wedding pictures.
. . .
Oh wait. I guess I should put some in of the bride and groom.
Emily and Matt
Here they are coming out of the temple.
Emily and Matt, looking at the camera.
Well, it was a wedding day, so I guess some of this did happen.
The chin is down.
This is my sister. And she is beautiful. Matt would agree with me.
The princess wears flip flops.
Here they are in the front of the temple.
Here they are walking. I managed to cut off their heads.
So I had a request to take one picture in particular. They were set on having a picture of their rings. Really, they didn’t ask for much else. Just a picture of their rings. I guess I could have taken this picture and be done with it.
Um . . . yeah. They wanted me to take a picture of it.
So I made Matt step away from his bride for a moments to get a picture of him alone. And scary things happened . . .
A foot popping. This wasn’t planned at all. It’s not like we sat and talked about it for a few minutes and then posed the picture. We wouldn’t do a thing like that. Foot popping is spontaneous.
Emily looking at the camera. Matt is distracted.
Look! I managed to capture their heads. It won’t last.
I seem to have cut off her head in this one.
Action shot of the bride.
Here are some flowers and a face next to them.
Congratulations Emily and Matt!