It is difficult to represent all the awesomeness that goes on in the studio during the Children’s Portraits without over-blogging. Here is a small collection of some sibling love. Wouldn’t you love some of these photographs of your children? Like and subscribe to my Facebook page HERE to keep in touch for future bookings of Children’s Portrait Sessions.
Yesterday I finished up my Spring Children’s Portraits. So amazing. More to come!
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
From Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet
This March my husband’s Grandmother, Lois, died. Lois lived in this tiny home for most of her life, raised her 4 children here, grieved the loss of 3 husbands here. Yes, she was a three time widow. She outlived her parents and the men she loved. She witnessed the arrival and marriages of most of her grandchildren. She was a grandmother, a banana bread maker, a fiercely independent woman who gardened and, despite an eventual degradation of health, insisted on maintaining her residence here until days before she passed.
The foundation of this home was excavated by a team of horses. The same horses that helped her first husband work their small farm. She lived on the neighboring lot of her friend and mother-in-law Esther. These lots are lost to the Thalman family now. Her belongings are scattered in garbages, distributed to her progeny, donated and decaying. Here is a small image collection of a lost living.
Many thanks to the Thalman siblings who allowed me document and share these photographs.