My Bath Baby {on film}

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I’m a bit addicted to taking photos of my baby in the bath.

It’s not just me either, so I don’t feel too weird.  A lot of mumtographers love a good bath shot.  I think there are a couple of reasons.

Firstly, bath time is one of those sweet suspended moments that you know in your heart is so fleeting.  In ten years time, you think to yourself (maybe subconsciously), I won’t be sitting here watching her play with her rubber duckie and laugh about bubbles.  I won’t be needed or wanted here in this moment then.  There is a total innocence about bath time with a toddler – a joy and fun quiet freshness.  They still need you there beside them.

I think it is maybe also because, sitting there all wet and nakies, it reminds you a little bit of when they flooped on out of you, all squelchy and brand new.  Sorry, was that a bit graphic?  Well, it’s true.  They’re still your baby, sweet and innocent.

I think I will cherish these images long after she grows out of sharing her bath time with me.  These little treasured moments.

Images captured on film.  Almost all on Kodak Ultramax 400 on my Canon AE-1 P, except for the last three which are on Lomography 400 on my Canon Elan IIe.

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This post was created as part of a film photography blog circle with some of the lovely ladies I have connected with via the film mama website and Facebook community.  Up next in the circle is the lovely and talented Lisa of Lisa Anderson Photography.  Please click through to her post by clicking here to continue to follow the circle and soak in the analogue goodness.  If you continue to follow the links in each post, you will come full circle back to my post – please feel free to leave some comment love along the way if anything moves you… enjoy!

{Project: Gratitude 2014} January Gratitude

Things I am grateful for this month:

 

Laughter

(and her crazy sense of humour that gets tears streaming down our faces)

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Cuddles

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The New Coffee Machine

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Extended Family

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Quiet Mummy Moments

(with a cup of tea and something uplifting to read)

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Letters from Nana

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Sleep

(I’ll take what I can get!)

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Jumping Up and Down In Muddy Puddles!!

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Trips to the mall

(that wear a little one out)

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Film Photography

(I love it, love it, love it!!)

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Living in this place

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Him

(he’s such a great daddy)

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Her

(she’s crazy, she’s beautiful and I love her)

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{IShootFilm} Kodak Portra 400 – December 2013

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The second roll of film I shot was Kodak Portra 400.  This is a professional grade film that is basically seen as the bees knees of film by a lot of photographers.  Maybe because I was expecting such great things, I was a little disappointed.  The colour profile wasn’t entirely my cup of tea, I found it quite washed out and without the strong colour and contrast I usually like to put in my photos.  I’m going to experiment with other types of film to see if there is another more suited to me, but I also intend to have a bit more of a play with Portra, especially with under and overexposing it, to see if I can find a sweet spot with it.  Of course, it probably also has to do with my own need to adjust to film colour, which seems to be pretty unique.

These were all taken on my Canon AE-1 Program with an FD 50mm f1.8 lens.

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Climbing at the park

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Running through the neighbour’s sprinklers

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Playing with the neighbour’s letterbox…

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Filling up the pool.

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Evening at the park.

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Playing trains.

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Summer selfie.

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More pool fun.

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Imperfection

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I call this image “Perfection can kiss my ass” ;-P

This week on the My Four Hens Photography 52 Project I am taking part in, the theme for the week was “imperfection”.  It seems to struck a chord with a lot of the project participants.

I see so many women, not just in this project, but every day saying “I’m not perfect but I try. I’m not the perfect mother but I do my best.” Well guess what ladies – none of us are perfect because perfect doesn’t exist. Not for human beings anyway. Imperfection is what we ARE, all of us. None of us are the perfect parents, the perfect partners, the perfect people. You know that Pinterest mum who always seems to be doing amazing craft projects and packing organic school lunches? You can bet your bottom dollar she ain’t perfect either.

I struggled the majority of my teens and 20s with body image and (not) eating issues. While I have largely overcome those to a practical extent, I still look at my body and see saggy post-baby boobs, a straight-up-and-down ruler physique, unruly untameable hair, a face I don’t like – not pretty, red ruddy skin, slowly accruing the signs of age.

Since the birth of my daughter two and a bit years ago, I have struggled with motherhood. As someone in love with quiet and solitude, I struggle with the chaos, the energy required, the constantness of being NEEDED so damn much and often. So many many times I go to bed, the house in a mess, the day in a mess, feeling I am so much less than she deserves me to be.

But in the midst of all this imperfection, I began to pick up a camera. And photography grew to be to me so much more to me than a record of memories. Photography made me not just see the imperfection, not just accept it – but to embrace it, to love it, to realise that imperfection is what makes life REAL and it is far more beautiful than any fake idea of perfection that doesn’t even exist anyway.

This theme this week was both easy and hard for me. It was easy because the way I shoot has trained me to see the imperfection everywhere. But it was hard because the more you see it, the more you learn to love it, the more you realise that nothing is really imperfect, that everything has it’s own perfection. Or perhaps rather, that everything is imperfect and that is the most perfect, beautiful thing of all. The words become meaningless – perfect, imperfect – it all just IS and shines in its own way.

So this image is me. Me in the middle of my ordinary, messy lounge – my ordinary, messy life. This is me owning my imperfection. This is me kicking perfection’s ass and handing it to it on a platter. This is me but it could be you, it could be any of us. Let’s release perfection’s hold on us – as parents, as people, as photographers – and dive head first in to radical love of self and life in all their imperfect glory.