Well, I’m about to hit the way-back machine, but before I get there let me tell you about the here and now.
I’m just back in Kuala Lumpur after an epic Jakarta family photography trip where I did eight family photography sessions in about 48 hours. It was intense, but also lovely. But also intense. Eight family photography sessions is a lot of sessions!
I reconnected with old friends, you know those expat specific types of friendships, where in the absence of your own blood kin, you fall into a friendship family with bonds as strong and tender as those you left at home. I photographed; fit in some visiting; road around on the back of a motorcycle; almost had a traffic related rage attack; almost cried from the beauty of it all about four times; and fell in love with so many families, that my eyes sting and my ribs hurt, and love love love. I have more to say on the jakarta topic, but I need to gather my thoughts (and have relevant photos to share). Until then. Wayback machine.
Anyway, I’m waiting for about 10593379 photos to upload onto my computer, and while so doing, I'm actually publishing a blog post!
Here is a lovely family, the sort I’m talking about above. The sort of family who welcomes you, unmasked and completely open into their home. The sort that are so comfortable with each other themselves that they don’t hide behind pretense or or fluff. The sort who just love one another, and just truly enjoy their children. The sort that have hearts so big they make room for you, and after an hour you think you’ve know them for years. Maybe that’s something about family photography: you spend this time watching and observing, and really getting to focus on what’s in front of you, that it can feel as though you know a family after just a short time together.
These kinds of families are a dream to shoot, and leave me skipping home, delighted and full. Wanna be one of them? Get in touch!