At around 2:30 this afternoon, Emily woke up from one of her afternoon naps. After having spent the previous hour scrolling through my usual photog inspiration blogs, and with absolutely nothing on our afternoon agenda, I decided I'd just pull out my camera and shoot a little around the house.
What's important to note is that I didn't pick up all the blankets littering the floor before I started. I didn't change any outfits. I didn't pose anyone. I just shot what was going on. It was kind of a radical change of pace for me.
If I'm being honest, it's taken me a minute to connect with these images. They don't tell the story of an event. They're not a lifestyle set of our family baking cookies or of our weekend trip to the zoo or of us reading stories in the middle of the afternoon (though that post is in the works). Instead they are a perfect portrait of a typical slice of an actual day in our life. They are the un-orchestrated documentation of 30 minutes on Monday afternoon.
There are words that belong with this set of photos. Words about my everyday life and how lately the days and hours and minutes and seconds, when I really pause to consider them, have begun to feel a lovely shade of perfectly ordinary. The words have been swimming around in my heart for the past several months and I hope that as I continue to write and shoot, our story, as it is just now, emerges on these pages.