Just the other day I realized I wasn’t taken as many photographs of my daughter as I used to. I’ve gotten so caught up in portrait and wedding stuff, landscapes, storms, urbex…I just kind of stopped shooting random photos of Lyla around the house or wherever we might be. Which is sad, because she’s pretty much the reason all this started…once she was born, I didn’t want to do anything but shoot pictures of her, which led to a new passion being born inside of me.
So the last few days I’ve gotten back into the habit of watching her, seeing what she’s doing and capturing it on camera if I can. Feels good to be back doing it.
This particular photo, however, was taken back at the end of December when we had a day-long rain storm which doesn’t happen around here too much. The house we’re renting in downtown Phoenix is a hundred-years old and the windows are amazing. No screens, no sliding sideways…they are the old, heavy, wooden ones with the cables on each side that help raise it up. There is something magical about these open windows and I knew when Lyla was standing on her little stool watching the rain, I just had to capture this moment.
Another memory that will last forever.
And I need those, because my wife will tell you that I can barely remember what I ate for breakfast…THIS morning. *grin*
(EXIF: Rebel XSi, Canon 50mm 1.4, F1.4, ISO 400, 1/60)