Photography

I must confess I am jealous of photographers. I feel like they have such an amazing gift and can take the most simple ordinary thing that we don't even notice and turn it into an amazing photograph. I wish that I knew how to do that. I don't know if it's the camera or knowing how to properly use it, but I just don't seem to have that ability. I know so many amazing photographers, since we have our work photographed so often, and while I am constantly looking at their body of work for interiors, I am most often blown away by the shots they take just because. Because something as simple as an unmade bed in the morning can really be so beautiful and say so much. Meg Perotti, who I have posted about previously (she did my head shots and I love them!) is one such photographer. This photo she took knocks me dead to the ground and what she wrote about it makes it so much more special....

"The light coming through our bedroom windows took my breath away this morning. I stood by the door and let my eyes graze over every bit of our sheets and comforter and took mental notes of how the bedding was strewn from Tim’s side (early morning riser) and my side (late morning riser). I ran for my camera- hoping that when I returned everything would be as it was at that moment. With my camera in my hands, looking through the lens the scene took on a deeper feeling. Someday we will leave this room, we will expand our reach and explore other rooms in another city, another neighborhood. I started taking photos of everything in this apartment- I, suddenly, intensely needed to document every inch. The very reason why I am a photographer seemed to come pouring out of me. Someday we will leave this place, this home, for new adventures. Even if that day is a happy one- it must be!- a part of me will always breathe here. The part of me that figured out who I was and what I am here to do grew and flourished within these walls. The time will come to leave this white sheet memory behind, but I’ll always have these photographic images. That, my friends, is why I do what I do- that is why I am what I am. It only took light coming through our bedroom window, spilling onto our white pillowcases to remind me of it." --Meg Perotti