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!


... AND a dance party?  What a day!  If it didn't have something to do with a stick (or a green bean, "mato" or wild blackberry for that matter) my handsome little buddy here didn't want much to do with IT.  Unless we wanted huge, crocodile tears these photos would be laden with sticks and random vegetation.  But you know what?  That actually suited me just fine.  Reason being?  It is really my goal to capture you and your family exactly as you are.  I don't mean the second you roll out of bed in the morning or anything - but I want your photos to be a reflection of YOU - not who I think you should be.  Hopefully a flattering version of yourselves, but definitely real.  If that makes me NOT the photographer for some people who may want perfect looking people standing in a row all smiling at the camera in every shot, I'm ok with that.  Frankly, it's just not what I do.  And to be completely honest, any of the photographer's that I admire most?  It's just not what they do either.  The genuine interactions are what I crave.  The grubby little berry fingers.  The dance party that you have to your families favourite iPhone tune, and the subsequent giggles (yes, they did that.)  Or perhaps it's the smiles that emerge as the crazy photographer lady decides to do the running man (running woman!) on a whim, to spice things up.  (Yes, I did that.)  It's that soulful gaze that I only manage to capture once I've earned a child's attention and trust. Those sweet little fingers grabbing mama's face as he goes in for the smooch. The proud and tender embrace of grandma and grandpa.  The deep belly laughs from getting tickled by dad.  The best photos of ourselves -- whether professional or otherwise -- should, in my opinion, contribute at least a little something to the story of who we are at the time.  

The reality is, one day it will be the story of who we were.  Picture yourself sitting in your rocker, when you are 90 years old. What is likely going to make you smile more than anything else as you reflect upon your life?  I would venture to guess it will be the moments and memories that you have collected - not the stuff.  As George Carlin put it: "Trying to be happy by accumulating possessions is like trying to satisfy hunger by taping sandwiches all over your body."  We really need to take stock from time to time of what we are striving to accumulate.  Should it not be moments, memories and meaningful relationships, accomplishments, and experiences?  Not to discount the value of the memories that live on solely in our minds, but the ones that you can hold a piece of in your hands -- the tangible reminders -- they are the only ones we can guarantee won't slip through the cracks.  Memories fade.  It's just the unfortunate truth.  I can assure you that the possessions you will one day treasure the most, will be the simplest things.  Photos, videos, letters, cards, mementos - something that lends a glimpse into your world, mind, heart, and soul... LIFE and the worlds, minds, hearts, souls and LIVES of those you hold dear. In fact, they are probably some of your most treasured possessions already, if you think about it.  I can say without question that they are for me, and it's a major reason why I do what I do. 


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