At the beginning of the year I was thinking about what I would like to accomplish photography-wise. One of my goals was to have one of my photographs published in a magazine. I couldn't be more thrilled to announce that it happened!!!!! (<-- lol, can you tell I'm a little excited??) One of my photos is featured in the Creative issue of The PhotograpHER Magazine.
Here's the link to the magazine. The photo is called "After the Storm".
This is what happened that inspired me to create the image. Mommas, you will be able to relate to this one... In retrospect I find it quite amusing. Not so much though while in the midst of it.
We were eating lunch. We being Finnick, Henrik (our youngest) and me (Note: this was pre-Corona pandemic. My oldest was at school). I was feeding the baby and chatting away with Finn. It was all good until suddenly everything went wrong:
Finn bit his spoon, and it broke. While trying to figure out if he had accidentally swallowed a piece, (praise Jesus, no!) we hear a loud bang.
The baby had gotten a hold of his lunch and send it flying under the dining room table. Strained sweet potato on the wall, on the floor, on the table leg, on the side of his high chair. Can you say mess? It happened within 60 seconds of the spoon destruction.
I wipe down the baby before he gets more messy, clean up the spilled food before someone steps in it, when Finn reminds me that he's still hungry. And he'd like to eat now, please, Mommy. I tell him "Just one moment, honey", finish up the mess, and then rush to fix his lunch when I hear a weird rustling sound.
The baby had gotten a hold of the world map on the wall beside him and was about to tear the whole thing down. I run back into the living room, move the baby away from the map, feed him a spoon-full before he starts to get impatient and cries. Grab the food for Finn, and then I finally took a deep breath, and tried to finish lunch in peace.
All I could think of was how much I'd love to have a nice, relaxing cup of coffee. And being outside, in a nice, quiet place, breathing in fresh, crisp forest air. Well, the latter wasn't an option, but after lunch when the baby had a nap, I made coffee. It was my 3rd cup of the day. And I took a picture and went to edit. And that's how this image came to be.
The storm blows - sometimes striking out of the blue, sometimes super intensely (like right now with this dreadful pandemic), but then it's over and peace comes back.
Wishing you all a peace-filled morning/ afternoon/ evening (whenever you read this)
