Shooting from the heart // The Trundle family

An email popped into my inbox and it went a little something like this:

meaghan, would you be happy to photograph the love and connection i share with the 3 beautiful boys in my life? don’t think family shoot… don’t think children’s shoot… maybe think couples shoot.. but with all differnt combinations of me and my gorgeous men???

But I don’t shoot families, I said to her. Which it turns out, is one of the reasons she’d asked me.  I felt so honoured and over the moon, (and terrified of course. This woman is the pro of family photography. I just shoot pretty people getting married!).

I loved her vision for the shoot from the outset. Her email gripped me. She wanted the love photographed, and hey, that’s totally my bag. Soulful, engaging, spine tingling portraits of her boys of the people she loves. That was my aim.

Shoot from the heart, I told myself.

Thanks to Pru for coaxing me outside my comfort zone. If she hadn’t, I never would have realised how much I like it out there.

Thanks to her two boys. They are half glass full kids. The best trait there is.

Thanks to her husband who came out of his comfort zone with me.

Thanks to all of them for letting my photograph their love.

Autumn falls

What I’m doing.

:: Remembering why I love Autumn (and reminding myself that it’s Spring that I’ve got a beef with).  A frame from Karah and Dylan’s recent magical wedding.

:: Editing like a heathen on a winning streak

:: Working on new projects that are keeping me inspired and invigorated. It’s so good to collaborate.

:: Always reading.

:: Always listening to music.

:: Still recovering from a calf muscle tear. I thought it would be better by now, but it’s not. It’s making me cranky.

:: Cracking up at this. No really, it had me snorting. I want HC to be my mum.

:: Looking forward to our holiday. We’re migrating north. The birds are onto something.

My life resembles a cereal commercial

You know those ads. Those ones for a certain breakfast cereal who claim eating it will turn you into an iron man? Yeah, those. In the past I’ve always identified with the kid eating the cereal. I used to close my little eyes and pretend that I was going to lifesaving competitons while mum sat in the car (it’s raining of course) and read her book. Mum’d feeling all sad and nostalgic about me growing up and become awesome when last she looked she was still pouring my cereal.

Miles doesn’t need me to pour his cereal anymore. I keep it on the highest shelf in the pantry where he can’t reach, just so he has to ask me to get it for me. LIke that mum in the ads, I want to think I’m contributing to his development.

He came into the kitchen (where I was making his breakfast) and with a flick of his long fringe, announced that he wanted a hair cut. “But, but…” I stammered, trying to find the words to express the 5 years I’d spent coaxing those locks to grow long and free. “I want it short,” he said. “Real short.”

So that afternoon I sat hiding behind a magazine as the hairdresser cut off his long hair. He beamed as the curls furled onto the floor. “The curls might come back,” said the hairdresser hopefully, sensing my dismay. I couldn’t exactly tell her that my ashen face was due to the fact that I’d walked in with a 5 year old and was about to walk out with a 16 year old who won lifesaving competitions and probably nicked beer from our fridge.