The Art of Life

I know this amazing photographer.

I wish I could adequately put into words the beauty she captures in every picture she takes.

She captures life as it happens. 

She is able to turn a burned down building into an amazing backdrop.

She captures childhood as it should be: tantrums, snotty faces, babies eating dandelions (and the result thereof).

Her pictures aren't posed; they are frozen pieces of time.

She is able to take the passion and emotion of two people in love and show it for the world to see.

The innocent surprise of a baby,

the wonderful newness of an infant's belly,

the excitement and elation of pregnancy,

 and two brothers fighting in the tub

and turn them all into works of art begging to be displayed.

She is not the photographer who uses cheap props and standard poses.

She does not take the typical shots that everyone else calls photography.

She takes the mundane and turns it into something monumental.

Everyday becomes exceptional when she is behind the lens.

She is not a trained professional, she is an artistic genius.

Hers is an art that amazes; art that is so beautiful it brings a smile to your face and a longing in your heart. Her talent is the art of life.