Be here. Be now. Be SEEN.

September 2009

"One belongs to New York instantly...

...one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years."  ~ Thomas Wolfe

 

Oh how I love New York!  I recently had the opportunity to revisit that magical place for a wedding--as a guest, not a photographer. 

You know how during interviews, so many actors spew the "But what I'd really like to do is direct" sentiment?  Well, I've spoken to so many photographers who lament, "But what I'd really like to do are weddings."  Well, not me!  I don't think I'll ever tire of child and family portraiture.  In fact, one of my favorite photographs from the trip wasn't of the wedding at all.  It's of my first meeting with a college friend's son.  I have a weak spot for those moments when child looks at his parents with an expression of absolute love, total trust, and utmost joy.

Don't get me wrong, I had a blast at the rehearsal dinner...

and the wedding too!

The reception itself was amazing, mostly because the wedding couple possesed such overflowing and infectious happiness!  Of course, sitting at the kids' table helped too.  The best guests sit at the kids' table, you know.

But since we didn't actually have our munchkins with us, I was able to wander around and take pictures of the wedding cake...

and the really unique bridal bouquet.  It's made of buttons!

 

Now I need a reason to fly back to New York!

The L family

We really do start and end with family.  No one understands us the way they do; no one misunderstands us the way they do.  Okay...there are probably no such problems in this particular family.  They are the most cohesive, most supportive bunch I've met in a long, long time!

What a comfort is it for children to know that there is a haven to which they can always retreat.  How easy it must be for them to venture bravely into the world when there is firm knowledge that there exists a safe place where they are forever deemed worthy and fully heard...and seen.

 

All right, not all families rock as hard as the L family.  And thank goodness, it would put psychotherapists completely out of business!

Procrastination is the thief of time

The thing with photographers is that they start with a full canvas only to remove elements until they are satisfied with the final composition.  In total contrast, the thing with writers is that they start with an empty page and add elements until they are satisfied with the final composition.  So you can see why I might find this foreign medium a bit daunting, and why I might have procrastinated this inaugural post for a period of time that was both excrutiatingly and unnecessarily long.  Plus, I have this twisted need for perfection in my artistic output.  Hmm...methinks the odour of a neurotic only child is a-wafting this way.

Any-I'm revealing WAY too much about myself-how, I'm going to insert a few random photos in this post to make me feel at home among my visual medium.

Ah...feeling a little better.

There now.  I think I'm getting comfortable.

And that's it! I can now bravely blog forth.

 

Well, folks (and by that, I really mean my actual parents because I don't think anyone else is going to read my babbling), thank you for joining me in my first ever SEEN by Lam post.  I hope you come back and visit once in a while.  Because if you don't, well, I'll hold it against you.  I did already mention that neurotic only child thing, right?