Sunday, March 10, 2013

Autumn outtakes

I get so many funny outtake pictures of Autumn that I want to share but I know I already over share on my facebook, my photography facebook, instagram (my own sister stopped following me :-| ), and likely my photography website. No likely about it. It's definite.

This is my last channel to over share on. These are those pictures that are brilliant but not professional and yet are completely Autumn. Expressions overload. And teeth too.

are those not just the cutest, cheekiest teeth? she looks like she has a mouth full but there's still only 8.

"no no no!" this is when she scolds me for telling her to stop doing something naughty.

still scolding. she's goes for a while. dunno who she gets that from...




Of course, the less cheeky ones can be seen on my website: here

Saturday, March 9, 2013

3 years

6:30am on March 10th 2010 I left my little bungalow, and my little husby in California and flew home to Scotland on my own. It wasn't my first time traveling like that by myself but the circumstances made it scarier.

I don't know what I would have done if it had been ovarian cancer.

Three years ago I weighed 55lbs more, Stuart was 5 months into his now abandoned Chiropractic degree, we lived in California just the two of us, I was at the beginning of my online degree in graphic design, we had been married for 6 years and 5 days...

It seems like only yesterday I was saying "no thank you" to my aeroplane meals (I don't eat on planes), I was anticipating that first breath of salty air as I stepped off the plane. Home.

It seems like only yesterday. Now we're in Utah, 3 of us. We're a year into the 3 1/2 degrees we'll have between us when this one is completed. We drive a mini van! 


Living the life... but I'm ready to go home again.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Trains

I was lying on the couch one night last week when Stuart's throat clearing and sniffing got to much for me to sleep through. As I was lying twisted up in my blanket to save my skin from chilling against the leather couch, and to protect it later from sticking to it when I'd finally get to sleep, I heard a train softly sound it's whistle in the distance.

When I hear that sound it strikes all of my senses and it strikes hard.

The softness of the sound, the distance. The length of train tracks, the miles of land the driver has crossed. Is he alone? If I was a train driver I'd use my time to think and to look. How many sunrises and sunsets has he seen?

There's something incredibly romantic about the image it conjures in my mind.

Wide open space, golden sunlight, the rhythm of the train on it's tracks...

I wonder about the driver, a lot. Does he enjoy traveling those miles? Does he take pictures of what he sees? Is it what he always wanted to do?

Then I see myself in another life with nothing stopping me from running alongside a train to hop on and go too. Not knowing where I'm going to end up and feeling excited about it. And not only excited but safe. Safe and happy with the change and adventure.

I could swear I've done that before.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Twin Falls, Idaho

We embarked on our second big roadtrip with Autumn last week. It took a year to recover from the last one and the night before we left on this one I almost told Stuart to go without us. I was a bag of nerves thinking about how Autumn would behave. My sweet, funny baby turns completely demonic as soon as she's strapped in her chair. She can scream for hours without stopping. Cry-it-out is not something that phases Autumn, it's like she sees it as a challenge. A challenge that she wins every time. Horrible and terrifying.

Surprisingly, no, astonishingly she did incredibly well. I did have to sit in the back with her to keep her company and we did turn her chair around half way to Seattle but the crying was minimal and always ended in a nap. Unheard of!

Although she did so well we're in no rush to repeat at 13 hour, one way excursion with her. On our way home we stopped in Twin Falls, Idaho and retook some pictures from the last time we were there - when she was 4 1/2 months old and at the peak of her chubbiness.

I've been really realising these past few weeks just how big my tiny baby is getting - and I'm starting to understand why people have more than one. Sometimes it's hard to notice how big she's growing but all the little things she learns every day certainly draw attention to her growth.

She's a character and a half; such a personality- always charming everyone! Her wardrobe was stocked with new frocks by the time we got back from Seattle thanks to her adoring fans. I'm excited to take pictures of her in them!