Spring Break Shenanigans in Oklahoma

Getting back to my photography roots with off camera flash and a sassy model. Threw together a textured background, gelled my lights and created editorial style (weird model poses) images.

 Hair flick on fleek.

Hair flick on fleek.

The big laugh is my favorite!

 We are good with weird.

We are good with weird.

 Remember when 14 was awkward? She seems to have skipped that phase. Dangit.

Remember when 14 was awkward? She seems to have skipped that phase. Dangit.

 Little bro wanted in on the action!

Little bro wanted in on the action!

 

 

I Hate Elf On A Shelf

In 2013 there was a blizzard/ice storm/snowmaggedon and all of Oklahoma shut down.

Wait...let me back the story up a bit.

If you know me, or looked at this blog at all you know that I'm a photographer.  If you've ever been friends with a photographer then you know starting about the end of September we get a smidge unhinged. By mid October we are functioning on unending coffee and when November rolls in, forgettaboutit. This is our insane season. Our do-all-the-business-because-January-will-be dead, season.

This makes me not the greatest mom when it comes to adding one more thing on my plate during the holidays.

Back to snowmaggedon...the first week of December 2013. For Okies, the world came to a screeching halt. Turnpikes shut down, all the bread, eggs and milk was freaked out over and bought and schools were closed.

While the kids attempted to sled down our sorry excuse for a hill in the mid-west, I scrolled Facebook and glared at all of my friends and their stupid little stuffed doll doing all the cutesy things. 

In my best Scrooge attitude I looked over to Dave-O and snarled "if I had one of those dumb Elf dolls it would be cleaning and NOT making messes!"

The rest, as they say, is history...

 Do all the dishes!

Do all the dishes!

 Diced, not chopped!

Diced, not chopped!

 Oh yeah...

Oh yeah...

 Dyson, I'm waiting for my phone call.

Dyson, I'm waiting for my phone call.

This is where the evil elf on my shoulder took over and things started sliding down hill... fast.

 Kissy Kissy!

Kissy Kissy!

 He's a bad influence on all the toys.

He's a bad influence on all the toys.

 Don't act like you haven't thought about it.

Don't act like you haven't thought about it.

 Lots of outtakes!

Lots of outtakes!

 A little left over zombie blood from Halloween and a PSA from the Elf. "Always wear your helmet kids."

A little left over zombie blood from Halloween and a PSA from the Elf. "Always wear your helmet kids."

We knew the elf wasn't all fun and games.

 Elf always had a thing for Mrs. Claus.

Elf always had a thing for Mrs. Claus.

 Night night.

Night night.

Merry Christmas from the Osborn family!

Paint, A Rusty Bus, And Boy Toes

If you follow my work even a little bit, I bet you've seen images in front of an awesome, rusty old school bus.

 Like this beauty....

Like this beauty....

 This precious family...

This precious family...

 Or this Senior session.

Or this Senior session.

This bus is my spirit animal. Colorful, slow and full of stories!

The owner of this glorious scrapbook on wheels is my sweet friend, Lindy. 

Lindy contacted me for family pictures and said "I just want us to look like us."

This made me extremely happy for two reasons, one: she and her tribe are beautiful, and two: she's an artist with a flair for the funky. Oh, how I love me some funky!

 Barefoot, boy and love.

Barefoot, boy and love.

 Baby brother for a season, big brother for a lifetime.

Baby brother for a season, big brother for a lifetime.

 A dreamer, a darling, adorable.

A dreamer, a darling, adorable.

 All the way to the top bay-bee!

All the way to the top bay-bee!

 Real life is messy.

Real life is messy.

 Looking at the camera is over-rated.

Looking at the camera is over-rated.

 Home can be more of a feeling than an address.

Home can be more of a feeling than an address.

When the client says "Can we play with paint?" the answer is always YES!!

 A BIG smile on the brother who doesn't like to get dirty!

A BIG smile on the brother who doesn't like to get dirty!

 Proud of you, mama for putting on your big girl panties and getting IN FRONT of the camera! You rock!

Proud of you, mama for putting on your big girl panties and getting IN FRONT of the camera! You rock!

This image is now printed as a 30x40 over the fire place in their home. It's THEM.

You do you! Pose or don't, paint or black tie, whatever your family flavor is, document it. Your kids will thank you.

Much love--M

That time I blogged pictures of myself...

This blog is really uncomfortable for me. It's so uncomfortable that after I typed that first sentence I went and started a load of clothes, heated up some leftovers...anything to avoid working on this project!

Avoidance, thy name is Melissa. 

Here we go, I'm diving in. 

This is a picture of me. 

Raise your hand if you like having your picture taken. *sits on hands*

Let me back up a bit. On top of being a photographer, I also homeschool my 3 kids. Part of our homeschool schedule includes 3 days of co-op where I teach 3 photography classes. My oldest son, Davis, is a Sophmore and in my 2nd year photography class. Teaching him photography is a JOY. I love sharing my passion and knowledge with him. 

Here is where that class is biting me in the butt. When my son has a camera in his hands he sometimes points it at me. 

Me, who would rather be behind the camera.

Me, who talks with her hands and makes dumb faces excessively. 

Me.

Here is where I'm a big, fat, huge hypocrite. 

I tell women to be brave and get in front of the camera ALL. THE. TIME.  Your kids will want to remember you just like this, I tell them. You are gorgeous in this light/color/location. None of these are lies. I see other women's beauty in every thing they do.

But my own...yikes..talk to my husband about how clearly I see myself. 

But when I griped to Davis about my lack of make up and bags under my eyes he smiled and said "My beautiful mama, the bags just show how hard you work for all of us."

Tears. Big fat ones. That boy is a huge suck up and I adore him. 

 I'm looking straight into his sweet face....and trying to hide my double chin with my hair. 

I'm looking straight into his sweet face....and trying to hide my double chin with my hair. 

So mamas, here's where I again say: Get in front of the camera. Be with your kids in the images. Let them take pictures of you and make all the funny faces. In 30 years it won't matter. In 10 years I'll be glad 38 yr old me smiled for the camera cause 48 yr old me will look rough

 Probably dreaming about having a maid. 

Probably dreaming about having a maid. 

 Again, look at my posing skills, no double chin, no lower body at all. Go me. 

Again, look at my posing skills, no double chin, no lower body at all. Go me. 

 Ok, I really do love this one. So moody! He gets an A!

Ok, I really do love this one. So moody! He gets an A!

Please Lord, let my kids only remember me smiling and cracking up with them. Let them look at this and see how much fun, joy and daily hilarity they brought my life. They are treasures I don't deserve but try my hardest to care for with all that I've got. 

 

Mama friends, don't wait. This fall buy the matching sweaters the teenagers will hate and sit in some leaves and be in a family portrait. Your kids love you and the way you look right this moment. Wrinkles, grey hair, double chins, they DON'T CARE.

They just see love. 

Band Mom Brag Blog

This is a bit more of a personal blog, but my camera was with with me, therefore we are calling it "work". 

A friend of ours celebrated his 50th birthday at Whiskey Chicks in Bricktown.

(WC doesn't have a website, but look 'em up on FB.)

They are the nicest family running a fun bar (with super clean bathrooms!) AND they made the best drinks that they SET ON FIRE!

 FIRE! Pineapple, Rum, Unicorn Sweat....some other liquids..no clue what all she put in there, but it was the BOMB!

FIRE! Pineapple, Rum, Unicorn Sweat....some other liquids..no clue what all she put in there, but it was the BOMB!

I am in LOVE with the WC building! They said it is the oldest building in Bricktown. Something about horses I think....did I mention the drinks were on fire? Some details are blurry. Anyhoo, the building is deee-vine with it's hard wood floors, distressed brick walls. I'm hoping to do fall mini-sessions there (minus the flaming drinks and laser show).  The natural light during the day is dreamy! Keep your eyes out for booking a very limited spot in time for Christmas pictures. 

Heard of the band Horse Thief? Well, you should! They were the nicest guys and we were able to enjoy them before they take off for a Canadian and European tour.

 Srsly, the sweetest guys. 

Srsly, the sweetest guys. 

 They weren't crazy about being called "sweet" so this is their hard core rocker image. Isn't it sweeeeeet?!?! ;)

They weren't crazy about being called "sweet" so this is their hard core rocker image. Isn't it sweeeeeet?!?! ;)

After Horse Thief, our boys and men took the stage in their band Minnesota Donkey Milk. (don't ask)

 Pretty sure all my photographic talent went out the window after two flaming Drinks of Glory.

Pretty sure all my photographic talent went out the window after two flaming Drinks of Glory.

These guys are a rag-tag group of kids/Dads/weekend warriors. The memories being made are priceless!

 My Davis, Lovely Lidia, and Sassy Sev.

My Davis, Lovely Lidia, and Sassy Sev.

A friend of ours is building these amps (they might be super secret so....don't quote me). The Texas girl in me swoons at the pretty yellow rose. The mom in me swoons at my baby boy's face. Again, blurry pictures 'cause fiery unicorn juice. Bless.

 

 Orthopedic surgeon by day. Sound man/bassist/light model by night. 

Orthopedic surgeon by day. Sound man/bassist/light model by night. 

 Creepers gonna creep. (the bald guy, not the adorable love birds)

Creepers gonna creep. (the bald guy, not the adorable love birds)

All in all, a great night of celebrating a friend, beaming like the proud mama I am, and wearing makeup after 9pm. 

Happy Birthday, Darin!