http://autumnsongphotography.com/ Autumn Song Photography Blog en-us http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=154 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=154 Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:35:00 GMT

]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=153 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=153 Thu, 04 Mar 2010 14:01:00 GMT Speaking of photo sessions, it's time to start thinking about scheduling a session with your family and/or children. Life is so busy and if we aren't careful time can quickly get away from us. Your photos, beautifully captured and heARTfully done ... are priceless!

Here's the scoop about our Spring promo.

Spring in the Park" This annual promo books up quickly so call or e-mail soon to schedule your session
This session will capture your children and/or family amid the beauty of spring (Pets are welcome as part of your session!)
$125
Includes:
A $100.00 product credit with purchase of a wall portrait
Your proofs posted on a private web gallery for 30 days

Contact us from our contact page or call to schedule your session. We will be happy to custom design your session for the park or in your own backyard.

Interested in our B&W sessions? Let us know!

]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=152 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=152 Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:32:00 GMT Colleen, an up and coming photographer from the Outer Banks.

Colleen arrived at our home office on Saturday morning with an eagerness to learn ... you could see it in her eyes! We spent the morning discussing a topic dear to me, "Understanding Exposure". You see, proper exposure is the biggest problem for all photographers, whether amateur or professional. Your technique can be perfect, your lenses the best available, the location the most exotic: but if your exposure is off, your photographs will be off as well. It is vital to always keep in mind the basics of exposure.

After an intensive morning on exposure (and Colleen absorbing everything like a sponge), we headed out for the afternoon to shoot, with Karen as our model. Colleen and I enjoyed working with natural light capturing some beautiful shots. Sunday we spent the day working on post-production, workflow, Lightroom and Photoshop.

Thanks Colleen for a great weekend! Karen and I look forward to visiting you and shooting with you at the Outer Banks.

Here are a few of my favorites Colleen shot on Saturday.

]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=151 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=151 Tue, 23 Feb 2010 20:25:00 GMT I prefer to live life in the moment, not borrowing too much from yesterday or being overly concerned about tomorrow. When we have rainy days, I get excited. Karen cooks a big pot of soup and as it's cooking, the steam fills the house, making it warm and cozy. The smell of soup and cornbread keep me in the moment.
To make matters all the better, the babies come pouring in. Sometimes Karen and I sit on the couch with the three of them under a big blanket and read. Sometimes we watch kid programs on the tube. If the rain happens to break for a moment and I can come up with a good bribe (like chocolate) the kids will let me try out some new film I'm experimenting with. A new cycle begins.... play and work, play and work. Life is good!

Note: The color photos of Layla and the one black and white of her are digital. The ones of Adalei and Bradyn were shot with a Mamiya 645 using an 80mm 1.9 lens and Kodak 400 CN film.

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]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=149 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=149 Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:27:00 GMT I really don't see how he does it. It takes both hands, fingers and thumbs to be proficient at these games. I just don't believe I have what it takes to be a gamer but he's been so patient with me and even though I'm not in his class he still enjoys playing with me. After an afternoon of games he was game for letting me take a few photos of him.

]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=148 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=148 Sat, 13 Feb 2010 20:40:00 GMT It was nip and tuck for a while between story B and story C. In the end story C pulled out ahead and won! Congratulations Carol for winning our Share Your Heart contest with a beautifully written, poignant story about your work place!

Thank you all for visiting our site and for casting your vote. We welcome you to visit our site often and please leave us comments; we love hearing from you. Another contest coming up very soon!

With it being Valentine's Day we would like to leave you with these beautiful words about love found in I Corinthians.


1 Corinthians 13:1-13

If I speak in the tongues of men and angels,
but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.

And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.

And if I dole out all my goods, and
if I deliver my body that I may boast
but have not love, nothing I am profited.

Love is long suffering,
love is kind,
it is not jealous,
love does not boast,
it is not inflated.

It is not discourteous,
it is not selfish,
it is not irritable,
it does not enumerate the evil.
It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth


It covers all things,
it has faith for all things,
it hopes in all things,
it endures in all things.

Love never falls in ruins;
but whether prophecies, they will be abolished; or
tongues, they will cease; or
knowledge, it will be superseded.

For we know in part and we prophecy in part.

But when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.

When I was an infant,
I spoke as an infant,
I reckoned as an infant;

when I became [an adult],
I abolished the things of the infant.

For now we see through a mirror in an enigma, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know as also I was fully known.

But now remains
faith, hope, love,

these three;

but the greatest of these is love.

Happy Valentine's Day!

]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=147 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=147 Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:22:00 GMT
Layla's getting to the age that she knows I like taking photos of her so she does her best to avoid me when I have my camera in hand. I was still able to squeeze off a few photos of this little sweetness before she started dissing me. Notice the Snow White dress with the rain boots (Layla does have her own unique style!) Oh, and notice the magic wand. It's used for casting spells on me and it really works!!!

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Before we share the three stories for you to vote on we'd like to say, from the bottom of our hearts, a BIG heartfelt "thank you" to all who participated by sharing your story.

Okay, drum roll ........

But wait, do you need a reminder of how this works? Leave a comment on our blog with your vote. You can invite friends and family to vote as well. The story with the most votes wins (or the person that wrote the story wins, you know what we mean). The winner will be announced on Valentine's Day. Easy enough? Let the challenge begin!

Drum roll .......

Wait, wait, wait ... hang with us, be sure read each story. We know it's a long post but hang with us and cast your comment (vote).

Now, for the top three stories ... GO!

Story A
This story involves the unlikely combination of a squirt gun and a box of doughnuts.
I had my eye on an attractive strawberry blond who was serving as a temporary typesetter where I worked, filling in for a woman who was on maternity leave.
My job was to bring copy for her to transcribe. This was back in the Neanderthal age of computers, way before there were Apples and Dells. I'd spike my typewritten copy on a hook on a wall behind her, and it was her job to type my copy onto something that resembled tickertape, which in turn was placed into another prehistoric computer to produce copy that could be pasted up and composed for publication.
In any event, this daily sequence put us in constant contact. She'd occasionally complain that I was giving her too much work. I told her it was her job.
It was an odd way to flirt, and we'd been bantering like this for weeks. Clearly, I was smitten, but I didn't quite know how to ask her out. And I wanted to get this one just right.
One day there was an open box of doughnuts at her work table. I spiked my copy as usual, said something clever to her (she said I was being "smart," and not in the intellectual sense of the word, either), and I was about to reach for a doughnut when I was momentarily distracted by someone behind me. When I did turn back to grab my doughnut, the box was gone.
She had a sheepish look on her face.
"Who took the doughnuts?" I asked.
"What doughnuts?" she replied.
Keeping a man from his doughnuts is never a good idea, but I figured I'd take the high road on this one, so I turned and started to walk away.
That's about the time I felt something uncomfortably wet strike my neck. Then again. And again.
"What the heck…" I thought, and turned. There she was, wearing a self-congratulatory grin on her face and holding a squirt gun in her hand. Her co-workers were laughing, and one of them even applauded.
Well, that did it. I walked away without saying anything.
But I was in a panic. Her time with the company was running short, down to just a few more days, and I was still looking for a way to ask her out.
So I sat at my typewriter, grabbed a sheet of paper (which serendipitously happened to be pink), and, in the best formal business-professional English I could muster, asked her for a date to Kyoto's and a movie. I put the note in an envelope and took it back to her.
She opened the envelope and a hint of fear instantly ran across her face.
"Is this a pink slip?" she asked.
"Just read it," I said.
She did. She smiled. She said, "Yes."
We were married just a little over a year later.
And that was 30 years ago.

Story B
Children and mothers never truly part - Bound in the beating of each other's heart.
Charlotte Gray

She is my mother, the greatest influence in my life. Not only as a mom but also as a best friend and sister I never had. She has taught me to always try my best, to treat everyone equally, to not give up when things get hard. She tells me to at all times be honest because in the end, lies always hurt more. When I make decisions and she doesn't always agree with them, she makes sure that I know that she is behind me all the way because she wants me to always be happy. She has taught me right from wrong and the significance of self-respect. Cancer is an illusive illness that has amazing ways of surprising the people that it afflicts and their families. You will see my family was no different. In May 2009, I heard six words I never wanted to hear from my dad "Ashley, your mom has breast cancer." As that moment in time stood still and I was numb with fear. I had no idea how much our lives would be changed forever. At a moments time, my world came crashing down. The thought that this spiteful disease could take away someone so close to my heart was sickening. I knew my mom would be strong because she was already successful at disguising this diagnosis during my wedding. I knew in my heart there was something on my mom's mind during my wedding but I brushed it off by thinking this is her only daughter getting married and she is grown up and on her own now. Hopefully this will be an end to one tough journey in her life and the beginning of the next chapter. You should never take your parents for granted. My mom instilled this in me as a child. But as I grow with age I realize the numerous sacrifices my parents made. At the time I may not have always been appreciative. In the last year especially understand this and I am very appreciative. At a moments time this can be taken away from you. I hope that when I am a mother I can instill the things I learned from my mom. I will close with one last thought about my mother. My mother is more than what a mother is supposed to be - she is what every mother should aspire to be. My mother is who I hope to be one day.

Story C
My Job Is Dear to My Heart

At the nursing home where I work, I'm daily confronted by sights that are unspeakably sad. But surprisingly often, there are also scenes that bring tears to my eyes for their astonishing beauty. I want to stop in my tracks, circle my forefinger and thumb over my eye and frame the image in memory. I'll stand there wishing I were a photographer who could capture these images to inform and surprise the world. For who knew there could be as much beauty in a nursing home as in a museum, a cathedral or a garden?

I'd like to photograph Corrine with her daughter. Corrine suffers from Alzheimer's Disease. One time I asked her if she'd like to go listen to some music and she replied, "On this planet?" I usually don't laugh at such lapses in cognition (or was it?) but that one had me chuckling. Corrine's daughter doesn't laugh though. She battles the foe of dementia for her mother with the strength and determination of a prize fighter.

She constantly talks to her mother about family and friends, local and world events. To hear only the daughter's side of the conversation, you'd think Corrine was busy whipping up dinner back in her own kitchen.

I overheard one of these one-sided conversations a few days before Christmas. Corrine's daughter was showing her gifts that were going to be from Corrine. The daughter held up a scarf and asked, "Do you think Aunt Martha would like this one? Good! Let's wrap it for her." I can't begin to describe all the love in that, but a photograph might capture it. You'd see the sweet yet steely desperation for normalcy in the daughter's eyes—the entertained but somewhat vacant look in the mother's. You'd see this woman courageously fighting to keep her mother with her one more day and you'd feel blessed to witness such determined love.

And then there's Ira. He's so frail and slow and bent over that you wonder how he even takes care of himself. Yet you can set your watch by this man. He comes to feed his non-responsive wife each meal as he has done every day for three years. Ira should be on magazine covers like a sports hero; paparazzi should follow him around to show the world how real men keep promises. Ira is a quiet soul; he doesn't converse much with staff or even look around. With head down, he walks straight to Rosemary. Three times a day. I'd like to record this image—Ira walking toward his wife.

Last Christmas, a bunch of rowdy kids from the YMCA sang Christmas Carols. Their performance was lovely in all its spontaneous glory—like a field of wildflowers on a breezy day. There was one little girl whose straight red hair was cut in a pixie. She smiled a lot and added hand motions to some of the words—just whenever the spirit moved her. What a little character. What a unique expression of God's goodness.

The scene I most wanted to capture was when their leader said, "Okay, tell everyone bye." The crowd of 25 kids charged out into the wheelchairs and started hugging people. The old faces beamed and grew younger behind the embraces of this wild and happy choir. I even saw overjoyed tears wetting the cheeks of the ever-silent Molly after nuzzles from the feisty strangers.

This crazy little thing we call "love" is the most powerful force in the universe. It's the only power on earth that "never fails" according to Saint Paul. Maybe it doesn't always change things exactly like we want. But change things it most certainly does.

* All names have been changed to protect privacy.

What does the winner win? Remember the last post about the contest? The winner wins either a B&W session with an 11x14 portrait included OR a matted and signed B&W fine art print.

Cast your vote by leaving us a comment. Winner will be announced on Valentine's Day!

]]> http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=145 http://autumnsongphotography.com/index.cfm?postID=145 Mon, 08 Feb 2010 09:00:00 GMT
This past weekend I worked with three other photographers at a wedding. Three amazing photographers and three wonderful people! Between the four of us there were 15 cameras and 20 lenses. We shot with digital cameras and film cameras from 35 mm to a vintage 4x5 Speed Graphic camera. Oh yeah, not to forget 8mm movie film too! We danced around the entire wedding in perfect synchronization, never bumping in to one another or being too intrusive.

I'll be sure to keep you informed as to when and where the final compilation of photos can be seen, but as for now I would like to share with you some of mine and also share with you some of what I felt as I made these images.

The first image is of Liz as she's getting her make up. Wedding days are so busy and the bride is always at the center of all the attention, as it should be. Occasionally it's nice for her to have a little quite time to reflect and to absorb all the emotions. At this moment there were bridesmaids, photographers, and family all through the house. I wanted to get a photo that isolated her from all the hustle.

Sometimes the dads have to be thankful for any available space they can find. With all the bathrooms, mirrors, and chairs occupied the floor is often the only place.

Liz's family are strong Christians. I could sense that as soon as I entered their house. I saw a bible lying on a footstool, opened. I asked her dad had he been reading it. He told me that he had and he told me a little about what this specific Psalm meant to him as it pertained to the wedding. I felt that in the years to come looking at this image would bring back a flood of memories telling him how he felt the morning of the wedding day.

There are many great photos of the bride getting dressed. For me, it's always about the hands. I love hands, they tell such a story. I wonder how comforting these hands have been to Liz in the past?

For a brief moment, she's alone. I wonder what she's thinking?

Smelling good is as important as looking good! This is the last task before leaving for the church.

I'm back to the hands again. Michael's dad is a minister, I love to see a father pray for his son. Some day if not already Michael will realize those prayers are good for a lifetime!

For me, I found this photo to be very heartwarming. The elderly are sometimes easily forgotten. I pray that some day Karen and I will be blessed enough to see our grandchildren married!

The handsome groom being ever so attentive and willing to assist.

The wedding party after hearing the "last shot" announcement!!!

And finally... the team. From the left, Christopher Record. Kristin Vining. Richard Israel and me. Thank you my friends for a wonderful day, and God's richest blessings to Liz and Michael as they enter this new chapter of life... together.

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