Sydney Lifestyle Photographer/moments that matter October

With a house filled with teenagers and a tween, I'm finding it harder to capture our story. They have been so patient with me but bribing them with chocolate, or ice cream, or extra screen time no longer works. I felt it this month. I felt a real sadness that it might be becoming to an end. I shed some big fat woe is me tears. I had a pity party for one and didn't pick up my camera.

Then I saw a screen show on one of their computers. They had collected their favourite photos, and when I commented, she said, "Oh, I raided your photo albums" And I smiled again. I pick-up the camera and keep shooting. They may not always appreciate it at the moment but they will one day. I am shooting for that one day.

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sydney lifestyle photographer/ cindy cavanagh
sydney lifestyle photography/ cindy cavanagh

Into something better Sydney June 2017

Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me,

She took me back so tenderly

Arranging her skirts

Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before

A stone on the riverbed,

Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,

But my thoughts.

And they floated light as moths

Among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

Breathing around me.

The insects and the birds

Who do their work in darkness.

All night I rose and fell,

As if water, grappling with luminous doom.

By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times

Into something better.

We woke up on Sunday morning to a gorgeous glow. It filled our kitchen with a strange warmth on a cold morning. We rubbed our tired eyes because we couldn't understand what we were seeing and I made coffee as my mind was a fog. We wandered around in a dreamy state as we tried to work out the reason for the glow. 

Finally, my daughter said, "Mum, the tree is yellow". I looked out our kitchen window and saw that our one Autumnal tree had reached its peak. The leaves were filled and overflowed with the sunshine they had collected over spring and summer. They were all shades of red, yellow, and orange. They glowed in the winter light.

I had waited all of autumn for the leaves to change colour but they stayed green. I impatiently watched the leaves, but as we moved into winter, I began to think they would stay just turn brown and fall unceremoniously to the ground. I honestly gave up and moved on with life. But nature won't be rudely rushed, and works on it's on time. It beats to its own drum. 

I stood with coffee in hand, admiring the beauty of nature. I reflected on how we sometimes want things to happen in a time frame, how we measure success or failure in time. Like nature, time won't be rushed. I know in my creative life I can sometimes be impatient and the desire to make something happen is strong. It pushes me to create something less. But if I slow down and wait, if I wait for time and nature to be ready, then I feel more connected to my creativity. It's a balance that I am still learning. 

I spent all day admiring the glow, and as the sunset, we went outside to capture the colour in our front yard and under the tree. We celebrated the late arrival of autumn, and it was worth the wait.

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The best compliment

We stood in an orchard. It was a warm day, the last blast of warmth before Autumn started. The sun was shining and we had our bags ready to pick apples. We had listened to the orchard owner's instructions about looking high in the branches as this was the last picking day and we may need to look a little harder.  

We walked up the slight hill to the top of the orchard between the rows of trees and we scanned the tops of the branches. We found our first one and picked it quickly. It was a little green and needed to stay on the branch a little longer, but the wonder in the moment was bubbling up and over.

I asked my daughter to stand still while I took a photo and went to take my camera out of the bag. She said:

" Mum, do you know why I love your photos?

You take really simple things and turn them into pretty pictures".

 I am pretty sure my creative heart burst open in the middle of the orchard. Her words are more important to me than any other compliment, award or recognition that I have ever received. She filled up my self-esteem with two short sentences and I felt like I was receiving the "Photographer of the Year" award. Her opinion and that of the rest of my family is beyond important to me. Their story, our story as a family, is why I take my camera on these outings. I want to document our world and show them the beauty that I see.

With her words, the seeds of doubt left me. They flew out across the apple orchard and into the mountain. I look at this simple photo of an apple and I smile. My creative heart is full.