I’ve looked at hundreds of maternity pictures lately. And if I can be completely honest here (which I can because it’s le blog), I think they’re weird. I’ve seen so many bare skinned bellies fashioned in ways I believe to be completely bazaar and ask myself “I wonder if these women regret taking this photo?”
Now don’t get me wrong – from what I hear [and I’ve heard a lot because everyone I know has been knocked up in the last year], pregnancy can be wonderful thing. After all, it’s the miracle of life [or so they say]. But the cheese factor on maternity photo sessions go through the roof. And as much as I love cheese, I disliked almost everything I saw.
So when Mel, Thurmeo and I met up last weekend for a maternity session, I was ready to avoid the cheese. Mel still got her way with some belly photos (it’s her belly, who am I to tell her what to do with it?) but I kept my focus on them, on my friends. And we walked away with some wonderful shots, including one that I absolutely love.
So happy. I love these two people so much.
*thud* I die.