It a new dawn; it's a new day

I've decided that before January 2010 ends (there are exactly 17 days left, but who's counting)- i will commit to doing one of the of things i said i was going to do - blog. Ahem. Here's my first attempt - i hope you like.

For as long as i can remember I've longed for some talent that was unique to me. Born in the early (almost mid) 70's - i grew up listening to Aretha Franklin, Roberta Flack, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston - vocal powerhouses. And while i can carry a tune (my kids love my voice) i ain't know powerhouse. It's not til many years into my twenties i realized that the way i saw the world was in fact unique and my ability to capture it - my gift.

My first camera was given to me by my mother who passed away five years ago (soon to be six). The undertow of grief is wide, deep and strong and while i tried to hold it together, i realize now that to people who knew me well - my smile was too wide, my eyes unclear, my voice too sharp.

I'm happy to say I've come a long way, but there are still times when I slip back into the dark crevices of grief that never seems to go away. In 2010 I've promised to work at my life with as much intent and effort as i can muster. To walk toward the best me that i can imagine. To be happy...



I had the privilege of capturing this wee one while he was in his mam's belly (I'll post those images too). Here he is at his first photo shoot - he's 3 weeks old.
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