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!


Such a beautiful morning with this family, how lucky am I?  I have learned that if I want to create imagery that feels in alignment with who I am, is not overly "proppy" or contrived, and speaks to my soul, it is paramount that I follow my heart.  I think most artists create their best work when looking within for inspiration, instead of at what everyone else is doing.  I have never captured newborns in studio, and have always preferred to do it in a client's home.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing it that way for the record, it's just a stylistic choice that I prefer.  It feels more organic and authentic to me, which is where I want to be.  It is my desire as a photographic artist (if at all possible) to capture a hint of a person's essence.  To contribute to their story, their legacy -- which in my books is a whole lot more than simply what a person "looks like", although what you look like is obviously a part of "you" and your story.  It's about who you ARE in a moment - the stories of our lives that essentially become the story of our life.  Isn't it really just a collection of moments... of snapshots in time?  Who we are, HOW we are, the things we do, the people we do them with and for.

As a newborn baby, you are more than just a sweet face.  You are the essence of innocence.  You are loved and cherished.  You are somebody's entire world. You drift off to dream in a nursery that was created with loving care and great anticipation.  You are surrounded by walls that have been decorated and adorned with heart and passion.  Walls that protect and comfort you - a home. A gift.  One day those walls will fade into the distant memory of where you began your life.  The world that surrounded you and kept you safe.  I want to capture the kinds of moments that I would treasure if the tables were turned.  When I look back at family snapshots over the years, what I find myself most drawn to are the ones with a heartfelt, genuine interaction.  A tender exchange, a true connection, an engaged look, a belly laugh, a friendship encapsulated, a spirit soaring.  Also a story.  It's the vintage wallpaper.  The peeling paint.  The shag carpet.  Your grandmother's painting on the wall.  The way the sun happens to shine through the window at just the right hour kissing the tip of your nose with light and bringing life to your eyes.  These are things I can't stage the way I want to in a studio.  I want your images to convey a hint of who you are in that very moment.  The most relaxed version of you I can evoke, in the familiar creature comforts of your home.  It is what I strive for, and always hope to accomplish.

I love the images we were able to capture here of this beautiful family, as they warm my heart on many levels.  As we were wrapping up our session, the ever gorgeous and sweet mama Courtney's father was just arriving on the scene.  As it turns out, I had been there for several hours as can be the case with wee babes, and I am positively sure it looked like a bomb had gone off.  There were blankets and fabrics and the typical remnants of newborns sessions (various cleaner upper tools with pee and poo on them) strewn all about.  He was kind in not mentioning any of it, although I would have expected anyone fresh on such a disastrous scene to question what in the blazes had happened in here.  He turned a blind eye, and all was right with the world.  As I made my way clumsily to the door striving somewhat unsuccessfully to carry everything in one swoop (yes, I do this with groceries too) I hear Courtney's voice from down the hall... "OH, did you get your bloomers???"  If this was any situation OTHER than the one that actually happened, that might have been awkward.  In this case, just rather humourous.  In case anyone was wondering, nope.  I hadn't forgotten my bloomers.  BABY bloomers.  I had them in the bag.   


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