Freeze Frames + Polaroids

 

Do you ever feel the urge for time to suddenly cease to a stand still?

For every clock to stop mid-tick, the world to screech to a holt, silence to encompass you & the moment to be frozen.

I can easily recount a thousand moments where I have longed to hold onto a particular second. For me to bask in exactly how I felt, how it looked, what was happening & store it in my memory bank, labeled "precious unforgettable instant - must never forget!"

I use to feel this urge in an overwhelming frequency when travelling. Every new soil I grounded my feet upon, the breathtaking differing scenery, the unfamiliar faces, the intoxicating smells, the giddy lustful feeling of freedom and intrigue that couples with exploration of a country foreign to my own.

Every time I wished for this moment to last, I would soak in the sights in my peripheral vision, forcibly shut my eyes & take a mental photograph. Undeniably, I have possibly the worst long & short term memory respectively known to man, unfortunately enough for me, thus why I have a notably decent sized collection of cameras and may possibly be somewhat of a closet paparazzi. 

Documenting life in photographs is so important. It is a tangible memory, printed out in a delicate snapshot, in your hands, forever to jog your memory of those fickle moments you will yourself to never leave the dusted suitcase locked in your minds memory. 

Those of us who have bambinos in our humble existence will understand that every time you glance down at your babe, you wish you could freeze frame that face, that feeling of untouchable love and these fleeting encounters. They are constantly growing, and soon their baby faces will evolve into one of a young adult with laughter lines and freckles seasoned by the sun. We won't even remember how tiny they once were, how their sweetly scented newborn heads cupped so easily in the palm of your hand. 

Life feels to be a chain of fleeting, beautiful moments ~ so take photographs ~ be it on film or a visual snapshot captured by a forceable blink of your eye. Document your lives. One day you can glance back at your photographic autobiography with romantic, nostalgic pride. 

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And you will be so damn glad that you did. 

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The Mothers || Jayde + Finn + Ari

Natural | Extraordinary | Everyday | Inspirational | Mothers

In my life, I am surrounded by down to earth, beautiful and simply, quite extraordinary women. All of which I have had the utmost privilege standing by their sides as they too, made the transition from womanhood to motherhood. Every woman's journey is unique and equally as incredibly mind blowing. My friends are a powerful inspiration and motivation in my own life, so much so, I'd love to share a little insight into some of the spirited women influencing my journey, and thus, potential yours.

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I plan to make a series of pieces on these incredible women, named, The Mothers.

 First up, I'd like to present 

Jayde 
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 Finn  

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Ari

A few words to sum up the beautiful creature that is Jayde.

Salt of the earth. Naturally, effortlessly beautiful and bold.

There is just something about Jayde. She is one of those spectacular people you cannot help but gravitate towards. Those blue eyes are always shining bright, smile always welcoming, her laughter, contagious... Frankly, happiness just radiates around her.

 Jayde's mothering style is hollistically wholesome. From her maternal nurturing grace, to the warmth of her welcoming abode, to the handmade backyard chicken coop, right down to her simply, live simple, infectious attitude.

Jayde, once a travelling, ocean worshipping, carefree spirit, is now all of the above, plus a fantastically strong, yet gentle, mother to two incredibly sweet little dudes.

These boys are growing up on fresh air, clean food, strong morals, deep family bonds, and exuberant amounts of unadulterated fun. 

Jayde's earthy, wholesome, nurturing attitude towards motherhood is admirable. She really embraces the importance of what is real and true to life ~ simply - love, nature, family. What else do you really need?

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