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On ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.  |  One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Beautiful baby Eli, the strength and curiosity you already possess are a powerful combination, and I think, little man, you are destined to do wonderful things.

And with so much love carrying you, how could you not?

I feel very blessed that many of my little newborn clients are not firstborns, but often have a beautiful not-so-big brother or sister for me to meet (or become re-acquainted with).

When I visit these homes to me they seem especially full of life, and love. Cuddles and giggles go hand in hand with singing lullabies and a gentle shushing. Mum and dads are busy, yet there are always plenty of kisses to go around. And then there is the proud excitement of the newly promoted 2 year old, who knows that something very special has been given to him, even if he doesn’t quite understand it yet.

I sometimes hear parents say that two is more than enough; indeed, what more could there be than this?

I was blessed to meet beautiful Madison recently, having spent some time with her gorgeous parents a few weeks earlier for their stunning maternity session.

I know she will grow up to be as beautiful and sweet and loving as her adoring mama and papa, who called her their little pea while she was growing and so especially wanted her photographed in the little pea cocoon they found. The Sweetest little pea indeed.

Ten sweet little toes.

A brand new belly button.

The softest kiss from a brother.

Your first trip to the beach.

i saw an angel in the marble

and carved until I set her free

~michaelangelo

I read this quote in a book I keep by my bedside table, and thought it perfect for beautiful baby Angelica. I probably should have left my observations at that, but it seems that I can’t move on without saying a few words more about this session, and what it means to me to capture not only a new baby, but a new member of a family, in their own home. Because I am fascinated by relationships, it is of essential interest to me to observe, and capture not only the new baby, but a little of the atmosphere of change that has just taken place in a family home, with its own mood and sensibility, and history. The home can be seen as providing the context of the family, just as the family unit provides context to individual members of that family.

This is why I will continue to offer in-home newborn photography (even after my studio space opens mid-2012). There is something very special about how a home feels just after a new being has joined the fray, that cannot be duplicated in a photography studio. There is the sofa where mum curls up to feed baby, in the wee quiet hours of the morning. The same sofa that big brother hides in, and dad collapses into to rest at the end of a long day. I believe that photographs have the unique ability to reach back to us through time and space and remind us how these moments felt, long after fatigue and aged have softened the memories of rocking our new baby to sleep, safe and warm in our most precious spaces. Our place, and the objects we lovingly select to furnish it and make it comfortable (our ‘nest’) do become imbued with our energy and our memories, in lots of ways. Think back to the photos of your own childhood: ‘oh, I remember that wallpaper! It was in the bedroom we shared’, and ‘oh my gosh, remember that record player? In that house? Remember how we used to tie mums scarves to our arms and do roller skate-concerts for all the parents?’*

And I also love that in one single moment we can go from the deeply relaxing mood of the sleeping infant, the soft touch of the blankets, the gentle strokes on her forehead, the sweet baby smell and low soothing music, to the crashing open of a front door, a 3 year old announcing his arrival with thundering footsteps down a hall and an entrance in the room that is all unreserved excitement and pure energy. Then it’s up on the sofa bouncing and jumping, all ‘look a me, look at me, look at me now!’. Sure, I like my new sister, but look at THIS! I think I’ll come kiss her AFTER I show you my train set.

Another element I am really drawn to is the lack of control I have in these situations, which means that the photographs I capture are more dictated by the personalities of my subjects, than they would be in studio. For instance, when I am on a 3 year old’s turf, he is in control, not me. Even when I am there to photograph his baby sister. And part of who she is, and the family she has arrived into, is to be a little sister. There will be so much joy in that for her, and maybe a little being sat on.

Children are so multi-faceted and so very interesting.  These little people are constantly surprising us, often managing to delight, amaze, amuse and frustrate all in the one moment. I suspect this is one of the very reasons many of us have them, and more than one at that*.  I do not know any parents who are bored.

I think that welcoming a new baby is a perfect opportunity to celebrate every member of a family, whether it be parents who don’t want to be photographed (lol) or 3 year olds who do, or infants who would just like more of that lovely milk, take or leave the photos.

Congratulations to a beautiful family. We wish you a long lifetime of happiness.

XxxxSarah

*Maybe that was just me and my sisters. Sorry.

**Also we want people to visit us in the old folks home, but that’s a different blog post.

Precious little man, may your life bring all that your beautiful name suggests;

the prosperity of a life lived well, and the pure happiness of your heart.

precisely the least

the softest

lightest

a lizard’s rustling

a breath

a breeze

a moment’s glance

it is little that makes the best happiness

~ frederick nietzsche

PS. I know my blog has been a little quiet lately, however now I have gotten two of my little (or not so little) ones back to school, and my little ball of distraction Archie off to two full days of kinder, I am working hard behind the scenes to catch up on quite a few beautiful sessions, including a happy flurry of newborns. I also promise to complete my PAD series for anyone vaguely interested in seeing how that finished up, and I have lots of sweet photos from a mini session of my own family, down at Shelley Beach in Portsea, to show off.

Take care,

Sarah

It was in the small log cabins deep in the forests during the long winter nights in front of a log fire that the forerunner of the dala horse was born. Using simple tools, generally only a knife, woodcarvers made toys for their children. It was only natural that many of these toys were horses, because the horse was invaluable in those days—a trusty friend and worker who could pull great loads of timber from the forests during the winter months, and in the summer could be of just as much use on the farm. So says http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalecarlian_horse

And so it was was that I recently spent a few sweet hours witnessing baby Ella, as she lay on a blanket in front of a (gas) log fire, watched over by a little Dala horse, a symbol of her Scandinavian heritage. As so much changes in the modern world, and so quickly, such that the world we live in would be unrecognisable to our forefathers of just a few generations ago, it is so precious to keep close these little reminders of where we have come from. They help us to remember that the most important things don’t change at all;  the warmth and safety of a true home, and the unwavering love of parents for their children.

In only 6 short weeks, baby Indica has totally won the hearts of her big brother and sister. What a lucky little girl, to be held so safely, so carefully, and so lovingly by these beautiful young people.