Hi, I am Christina. I feel certain I should have lived at least 150 years ago. I have always pictured growing up like Laura Ingalls, on a prairie without electricity... or, perhaps in Victorian England with the Brontes. There is an ongoing struggle inside of me to balance simplicity and grandeur. Simplicity wins, most days... but as I have yet to learn how to keep a garden alive, it's unlikely that I would survive on the prairie.
Dreamer. Mother. Wife. Believer. All of these titles have led me to a camera.
I am inspired by the beauty of every child, created with so much potential - fresh and full of life. It is an honor to be invited in, if only for a brief moment, to capture what is deep within them.
I cannot stop time, I cannot keep them from growing and changing ... but if I can freeze time for just a moment, and make it so real that you can not only see, but breath these moments in over and again for years to come... then I have done my job.
Every age of childhood is beautiful, and deserves record.
This quote below drives me to record these moments... because, time.
If not for the photographs, I might have a hard time believing they ever existed. The pensive infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the black button eyes of a Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the yellow ringlets and the high piping voice. The sturdy toddler with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe above her chin. ...Now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs... I did not live in the moment enough.