"Photo shoots" are a strange concept when you think about it, aren't they? People invite strangers with cameras into their homes, hoping they'll be able to capture and solidify a bit of what they feel for each other. We all know inherently that our dearest moments are fleeting. And so we expose ourselves. Because it's worth it. Because if it works, we're left with pieces of actual paper...pictures that feel permanent; depicting, and proving our most sacred connections. Our minutes which were once evaporating, now feel solidly tangible. Even framed. So as photographers, we know this is the expectation. We know people want us to fish out all the real bits of their lives. We love what we do, and we want to do a good job. And if we're not careful we can become on-a-mission about it. And that's when the magic bleeds right out of your work. Because finding moments is like chasing a rainbow. The second you feel like you know how to get there, is the second it disappears. That's what keeps it adventurous: the idea that some things cannot ever be planned or plotted. They can only be revered and explored.
*** This article was written by Maile Wilson and Photograph taken by Jennifer Johnston of Polkadot Photography***
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