My wife's birthday is this week, and I don't really talk about her much on here, so I thought I would dedicate a week's worth of blog posts to her. What makes her her, what makes her my wife, that sort of thing. Now while we have an understanding that we don't talk about each other on our blogs without content approval, I think she'll forgive me this one time. Unless she doesn't.
Today I'd like to talk about my wife's favorite diversion. My wife is a photographer. I know, I know, a Mormon SAHM who's also into photography? What're the odds? But she's different (echoes every husband defending his wife's passion). Hmm, how to distinguish my wife from the pack...She's won accolades? She's been featured on blogs, in art shows- the list goes on and on.
That's what makes her different from the hobby photographers. But what makes her better? The simple answer is heart. Not necessarily her own, but what she captures. Sure, she can take the standard picture, with everybody turned toward the camera, big fake smiles on their faces. But her true talent comes out in her photos of people being people. There's a truth to her photography, a window into something deeper than what is seen with the eyes.
Is that sufficiently cheesy and cliché? Let me break it down. The truth I mentioned is not the physical properties of the subject, but those things you can interpret from their appearance, mannerisms, facial expressions, etc. You may see a child playing, but if they have a mischievous grin, you get more out of that photo than just a child playing. An oversimplification, but it helps show what I mean.
This is what she creates with her camera. I am in awe of her. I can set up shots of pretty scenery, or ironic angles that you might not think of, but her talent runs deeper. It's one of the many things about her that amaze me.
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