I have one last set of images from my time in Savannah, mentoring with Michelle L. Morris Photography. The farm we visited for our first shoot also had a pond with a pretty wooden dock and the sun was nearly on the horizon. Taking advantage of that rich, low light, we gave Michelle’s two youngest sons free rein on the dock, but not before getting them out of their sweaters and shoes. Someday when they’re tall, strong men, mama will cherish the memory of their skinny little boy bodies – the lanky legs and little toes and smooth faces.
This is one of the amazements of photography to me: there are so many layers to a portrait – no matter who is the subject. The technical ability to match my camera to the natural light, to put the sharpness and the softness in the right places, the artistic ability to compose a shot beautifully without stilting the living, moving beings in front of me. Then there’s the magic of holding within all that, the person and how they look and who they are right then – in a picture that will carry meaning for years to come.
Enough of my rambling.
Michelle, not a day goes by that I am not deeply grateful for the time I spent working with you.