It's been quite a long time since I updated my blog, eh? I love the idea of keeping a regular and beautiful blog, like the ones I used to rush home from school to check when I was in high school and lived almost obsessively on other people's stories. I love the idea of my words and images being the story that some other unsure teenager can grow up with, that idea of importance, of meaning something that I think so many of us ache for. I know I do. And yet, those meaningful words tend get lost somewhere between cleaning the cat's litter box and trying to figure out why the downstairs neighbors make strange knocking noises every night (no, not that kind of knocking noise!), and I accidentally forget about that fantasy character Raya The Blogger.
But enough about me, because this post is about a hot July evening in Westmount park, where someone else's quietly exhilarating story was unfolding. Meet Helen and Ryan. Silly, patient, more than happy to follow along as I kicked a poor guy and his book off a bench because we just had to shoot on that particular bench. They were a dream to work with, especially as a photographer who's tagline might have to be "Um, well, I shoot everything?" but had somehow never done a real maternity shoot. Thank you for being my first. I get a feeling that in about a month here, a certain baby is going to show up and be delighted to find out what lovely parents they have.
Honestly the only thing missing in this easy, fun shoot was the dog.
Next time bring the dog.
