Monday, September 1, 2008
Christ's Love- 2 new works of art
This sweet little girl is my friend Heather's little baby. Believe it or not, this sweet pea was born with all that long, curly, platinum hair. When Heather first showed her to me I just fell in love with her. She looks like a porcelain doll.
When shooting babies you have to expect the unexpected...and it is all about their timing and their way. All kids for that matter are like that when taking pictures. :)And any parent who has had a 2 yr old would especially know that. Nothing wrong with that, you just have to be willing to be flexible. I had a totally different shot for this little sweet pea, but she had a different shot in mind and it turned out better then what I had planned. Infact, I had such a hard time picking the final shot, that this shoot ended up with 2 final images. I LOVE her cute little face in the one shot. And I love Christ's smile and how he is looking at this sweet baby in the other. His smile and look is exactly how I picture him looking. Every child in this world deserves to have a loved one look at them that way. You know every child does, because every one of us is a Child of a Loving Father in Heaven and a brother that gave his life for us. I don't think I ever really truly understood what that look or that type of love was like until I became a mother. I never imagined it would be so wonderful.
One of the charities or foundations I would really like to have participate in this effort is something involving adoption. When I was a young girl I saw a documentary on orphanages in Romania and also China. They showed how babies would cry and cry hours for someone to hold, feed and love them. There were to many babies and not enough workers. Many would die before they were 2 yrs old. Mainly they died from broken hearts, because no one was there to love and hold them. It broke my heart. I decided then and there, that I would find a way to stop their crying, and find each child a loving family. That calling is stronger then ever now. When ever I hear my 6 wk old baby crying in his crib alone, cause I am in the other room. It takes me back to that promise. I plan to use my talents here to make a difference for those small, forgotten ones where ever they may be.