I have a large mirror on the wall in our living room. Eric made it for me a few years ago. We bought the plain mirror at Home Depot and then he designed, built and painted black a wooden frame for it.
I pass this mirror every time I go to or from our bedroom. Since the changing table and baby bed are in there, I am going in and out of our room and passing by this mirror many times every day.
Not surprisingly, there is often a little baby in my arms as I traipse back and forth putting away clean clothes and changing diapers.
I love the view I see in the mirror as I pass by of my little girl slung over my shoulder; sometimes asleep, sometimes not.
And I can't help but grab my camera and snap a few.
Over the course of the last 8 weeks I've amassed a little collection of these mirror pictures. They make me smile every time I see them.
I love how little she looks and how I can see how much she grown by comparing the pictures.
I love that I'm in the pictures too, even if I'm usually in ratty clothes (apparently I throw on that gray sweatshirt a lot!) with my hair pulled back in a ponytail and no makeup and with a large, black camera in front of my face. This is about the only way that I get to be in the pictures with my baby since I'm always behind the camera.
But, every once in a while I manage to get my face in the frame, too.
I think I've started a little tradition that I hope continues as Clara grows. It's something special that I've only shared with her; only Clara has a collection of these quirky snapshots.
Capturing the little moments. Making memories. That's what photography is about.