a normal day

On October 18th, my daughter was born and I became the mother of three children. Hundreds of miles away, on the same day, another baby girl was born and another woman added the third child to her family. We were complete strangers at that time, but our love of photography and family brought us together. We started to have a conversation about motherhood with images, because we tell stories with our cameras. Since some tales are so similar, and some are not, we decided to collaborate and share a photo a week from a normal day as a mother to three.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”         – Mary Jean Irion

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today you kicked and screamed your way through the day. this is becoming your new norm.  it happens when expectations are placed upon you.  leaving the house for school pickup is a major trigger.  i hate that i must drag you away from your comfort zone.  but i must.  luckily the moment we return from our travels, you ease back into your haven relatively unscathed.

photo by Heather Robinson     blog | Facebook

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First friendship, the real kind, the deep kind is so beautiful to witness.

photo by Olivia Gatti     website Facebook

the effect of her being

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:

for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts;

and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been,

is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,

and rest in unvisited tombs.”

– George Eliot, Middlemarch

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Heather Robinson

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Amanda Voelker

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the effect of her being

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive:

for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts;

and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been,

is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,

and rest in unvisited tombs.”

– George Eliot, Middlemarch

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Heather Robinson

blog | Facebook

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Amanda Voelker

website | facebook

a normal day

On October 18th, my daughter was born and I became the mother of three children. Hundreds of miles away, on the same day, another baby girl was born and another woman added the third child to her family. We were complete strangers at that time, but our love of photography and family brought us together. We started to have a conversation about motherhood with images, because we tell stories with our cameras. Since some tales are so similar, and some are not, we decided to collaborate and share a photo a week from a normal day as a mother to three.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”         – Mary Jean Irion

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you are think out of the box children.   your resistance to conformity ruffles some people’s feathers.  but not mine.  i see you and all the beauty that you are.

photo by Heather Robinson     blog | Facebook

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The push and pull of you and I. You need me desperately, constantly, ferociously, and always on your terms.

photo by Olivia Gatti     website Facebook

freelensing | october

“And in my heart, sweet Autumn, thou art the awakener of many, many things.  At thy touch the deep fountain of memory is stirred, and its shadowy bank is thronged with many cherished images and hallowed recollections of the Past!”  from “An Autumn Reverie” by Elizabeth J. Eames

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Up next is my deeply talented friend Erin Hensley.  She can freelens like no other.