{"id":8092,"date":"2014-03-19T13:29:17","date_gmt":"2014-03-19T13:29:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/?p=8092"},"modified":"2014-03-19T13:45:01","modified_gmt":"2014-03-19T13:45:01","slug":"its-not-lost-on-me-virginia-wedding-photographer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/personal\/its-not-lost-on-me-virginia-wedding-photographer\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s not lost on me…: Virginia Wedding Photographer"},"content":{"rendered":"

This winter has been unlike any I remember in recent history.\u00a0 Snow upon snow upon snow.\u00a0 I know it has been frustrating for many and while I too have been ready to see the new little sprigs of green coming up from plants awaiting their rebirth, I am grateful for the beauty of each season nature brings, not just outside but in my personal life too.<\/p>\n

I have been thinking a lot lately about this gift it is to be a photographer.\u00a0 I woke up this morning and thought what would I do if I weren’t a photographer?\u00a0 It was something I could not even comprehend.\u00a0 To me being able to photograph what I love is like breathing air to me or drinking water.\u00a0 I don’t think I could survive without it.\u00a0 At first when I began photography, I thought that perhaps it was becoming a bit of an addiction and that I needed to take a break from it to be a more balanced person.\u00a0 What I realized was that I couldn’t leave it alone.\u00a0 It was the one thing that allowed me to express myself without words, and communicate something so pure about human interactions that I feel drawn to.\u00a0 Photography inspires me and makes me a better person.\u00a0 Photography helps me to see the good in other people and causes me to pause and be grateful to God that he has created such amazing people.\u00a0 That for a split second in time, I can freeze a moment and keep it forever, is a gift I don’t think I will ever be able to repay.<\/p>\n

When I was 16 I went to the local junior college which was just up the road from my grandparent’s house.\u00a0 Almost daily I would swing by their home on the way back from my classes and pop in for a visit.\u00a0 My grandmother always had a cookie jar full, and even ready to cook home made pies in the freezer made with apples from her own apple trees.\u00a0 I will always cherish those times together with my grandparents.\u00a0 My grandmother would pull out her photo albums, which were well used and appreciated as evidenced by the cracking leather binding.\u00a0 As she would flip through the black paper pages, her frail fingers would scroll over each image as she would recount the story associated with each picture.\u00a0 One such picture was of a little log cabin she and her brother built in Alaska.\u00a0 It even had a little stove in it with a chimney and a key to lock the cabin.\u00a0 She would recount how she locked her brother out of the cabin. \u00a0 As I stared at that picture, it brought me right to that scene in my mind.\u00a0 I could imagine them in their childhood adventures.\u00a0 It bonded me to her and I loved it!\u00a0 That is the gift of photography.\u00a0 It can tie us together and bring us back to moments that have already passed and gone.<\/p>\n

I just wanted to share that it’s not lost on me, the significance of what I do.\u00a0 My passion is capturing your passion, and I’m so very grateful I get to.<\/p>\n

I found this little magical spot that reminded me of Narnia.\u00a0 A special thanks goes to Brittany and Jeff who at the spur of the moment let me fuel my creative juices and came out to play in the snow.\u00a0 Happy Wednesday!<\/p>\n

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This winter has been unlike any I remember in recent history.\u00a0 Snow upon snow upon snow.\u00a0 I know it has been frustrating for many and while I too have been ready to see the new little sprigs of green coming up from plants awaiting their rebirth, I am grateful for the beauty of each season […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[122],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-8092","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-personal","7":"entry","8":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8092","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8092"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8092\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8111,"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8092\/revisions\/8111"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8092"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8092"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dujourblog.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8092"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}