i am not suggesting that photography makes me a good parent but sometimes it does make me better.
the other day i was lying around feeling sick and pitiful. i had no intention of getting up and dusting off my camera. i was resigned to the fact that i was going to miss out on posting this month. i reached out to my freelensing friends to let them know. and as usual they gave me their love and support. it was just what i needed to make myself pick up my camera. as i started snapping, i felt a little more normal again. my kids were happy to see me up doing what i love. i was happy that i found the energy to create art with the people i love most.
so, no. photography does not make me a good parent. however, it does fill me with joy. the kind of joy that spills over onto those around me.
