HELLO DARLIN.

NICE TO SEE YA.



If you sang this line, we will get along juuuuuust fine. Thanks so much for taking the time to visit! Allow me to introduce myself, and attempt to summarize what it is that I’m doing here in the Blogosphere. (Key word is attempt. Those of you who know me know that I tend to write short novels for e-mails and my voice mails more closely resemble Shakespearian soliloquies than “call me backs.”) Runs in the family. Alas, that is I. Who am I you ask? Kathy… a not so typical Photographer. Greeting card business enthusiast. Multi-passionate entrepreneur. Idea girl. Dreamer. Lover of life. Happy. Most days my brain is racing so fast with ideas and things I want to do, that I feel I’m too passionate for my own good. Who am I not? Perfectly organized. A fantastic housekeeper or gardener. My shoe collection would make Carrie Bradshaw cringe, and I get more excited about a good vintage score at Frenchy’s than I ever would about a Prada purse. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate a fine set of heels like the next girl, but I just don't believe we have to spend the family fortune to look put together. I’m a pretty simple gal who believes there is a time and a place for everything. Including but not limited to: gummy bears, boxed wine, Zoodles, Mr. Noodles and occasionally (okay... very occasionally) Beefaroni. There, I said it, and frankly it feels quite good to get it off my chest. So it's no secret that I am fairly passionate, and put a lot of heart and soul into the things that inspire me. That means in business and in life because I feel like the two are really intertwined anyway - "How you do anything is how you do everything!" I believe that Confucius was right when he said "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it". I have realized over time that I can't help but see beauty. It is a problem at times. (Forget texting and driving, one shouldn't be permitted to "see beauty", or potential photo session locations for that matter, while driving.) I digress. When beauty jumps out of the world at you, it is easy to become passionate about photography - for me, it is a way to relay to others the beauty that I see in my minds eye. Life is short, this we all know. We are meant to enjoy it, appreciating and celebrating those who are important to us, in this lifetime. This blog is an immediate outlet for me to express and humour myself (and those who stumble by) attach sneak peeks of the happenings here at Legacy Junction Studios, offer fun contests and specials, and chronicle what’s going on in my crazy world. Feel free to sniff around - just promise not to laugh at my wordiness, okay? I truly can't resist! If you know me, you KNOW that is true! (To thine own self be true, no?) Thanks so much for stopping by. I’m so humbled and flattered that you’ve visited and would love to know! You’re welcome and encouraged to leave comments, and say hello!

SCRUMPTIOUS LIGHT + GRATITUDE


Every so often, the stars align in a fashion that might lead you to believe that the universe was conspiring in your favour. On this day, the universe seems to have one upped itself - not only conspiring in our favour, but substantially over delivering. The scrumptious light, an adorable trio of highly photogenic faces, and the sublime energy emitted as a result of this beautiful concoction. That would be enough, but it was not the only gift we were given. The other was (to me anyway) a message. A powerful message. A reminder. A dose of perspective. A gift. We finished the session - one that can only be described as an energetic, silly, fun, spontaneous, full-of-life and love, rambunctious display of shenanigans - kids being kids, running, playing, laughing. As we headed out of the park, we found ourselves returning full circle to the place we began, a quaint little nook with a still pond, a tiny bridge, the funky tree and some ducks gliding along. There, sitting in the serenity as a gentle evening light fell on their faces, sat a young child in a wheelchair, and (presumably) her caretaker or mother. The child was bald, and had on a headscarf of sorts - and they just sat. Still. Quiet. Taking in the beauty that we had blown past in the beginning of our jaunt. I mean, we noticed the ducks, the pond, the beauty of the day... but did we? Really notice? Did we take it in? Appreciate the gorgeous gift that it was? Perhaps. But likely not in the same capacity that these two were breathing it in. I do not know the story. I don't know if the child was ill, though all signs pointed to yes. As we walked by, I felt pulled. Paralized. Speechless. Compelled. Tortured by the juxtaposition, and crippled by the perplexity of my emotions. Such breathtaking beauty, yet simultaneous dysphoria.  

I was in a heightened state of awareness and feeling very much alive, having just engaged my physical body and creative mind for the greater good - capturing, creating, bliss. I felt blessed, almost guiltily for feeling so when a young child sat there unable to experience the zealousness that the two children I had just captured did. Confined to a wheelchair. A young child. My eyes brimmed with tears. Tracy and I could not look at one another, nor did we need to, as there was an unspoken understanding. I pride myself on being someone who normally does not ignore "promptings" ... the whispers and gentle nudges that come my way. In fact, if anything I try to consciously act on them as often as I can, as I believe wholeheartedly that they are there for a reason. The truth is, what I saw was a photo. A breathtaking image, that I wanted to capture for them -- but I neglected to do so. To this day, I can't quite decipher if I regret it, or have come to believe that the message was delivered precisely as it was meant to be. With each passing step, I felt tugged to go back... but I didn't. This time I didn't. Perhaps my lens wouldn't have sufficiently relayed the dichotomous emotion I felt in my heart, diminishing it's significance. Perhaps that moment was meant to be just for them. Perhaps the peace and tranquility of their time would have been disrupted by my presence. Perhaps my desire to photograph them would be misconstrued as pity, and it was far from that - it was beauty. Undeniable beauty. For whatever reason, I walked on - letting the message take deep root in my heart. And with all matters of the heart, they can be as black and white as a nostalgic photo, or as complex as the roots of that tree. Sometimes the emotion cannot be captured, and we must simply let it be. Grateful.    

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