I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a bit of a failure complex. I don’t know why, it just seems like all my life I’ve felt a bit like a failure and reject, you know the whole insecure artist thing.
What I really, really hate about that is when it stands in the way of me being able to appreciate my photography of my own kids. These photos are a perfect example of that.
About a year ago I was completely taken with this idea of getting some portraits of Matt and our little guy really trying to show the huge contrast in size while at the same time showing the sense of belonging and camaraderie. At the time they were taken I felt like they were not what I was after, I just knew that I had failed miserably.
So they have sat, untouched on my hard drive for a year. I came across them the other day as I was browsing through some other photos taken at around the same time. Now that I’ve stepped away from them for a year, I can look at them a little differently.
I keep thinking to myself what parent would not love photos like this of their spouse/toddler?! And why does my critical eye have to take that enjoyment away from me?!