I would write that I could spend days photographing this lovely boy but I think every portrait I ever do affects me like that.
I love the work of it.
I would write that I could spend days photographing this lovely boy but I think every portrait I ever do affects me like that.
I love the work of it.
It was a day where the light was constantly changing but it worked out, I think.
A couple of weeks ago, I moved in with a family for 24 hours and proceeded to capture a slice of life of their life documentary photography shoot.
It was such fun. As a family unit they have this incredible energy and work as a team in a way I've rarely experienced. I've been curious about families since I was small ... a child ethnographer, for reasons I don't understand.
Daily life was chaos and celebration, caught up in this energetic bundle of people and intelligence and kindness, and frustrations too. Just as a family should be ... if that 'should be' was according to Di.
It was a privilege and so much fun.
At one point, it came about that I wasn't allowed to continue with the shoot until I had taken this photograph. Mr 4 insisted, in so charming-a-way, who could resist.