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The unguarded moments

Right before Christmas, I had the chance to photograph a Christmas party that Lydia Home put on for their Urban Academy students.

The Urban Academy is described on their website as “an accredited, non-traditional high school that provides a safe, nurturing environment for students who may have experienced academic adversity in the past. With a Christ-honoring staff, we believe in empowering youth through education, advocacy, and discipleship. Each class is designed using differentiated instruction based on student interests, readiness, learning styles, and social-emotional needs.”

The party was hosted at the home of one of the teachers, and with a baketball hoop in the alley, a trampoline in the yard, ping pong and videogames in the basement, I was able to photograph the teens as they engaged in activities and with one another.

At first, a lot of them pretended to hide when I approached, with that awkward teenage embarassment that too much attention can cause. They giggled nervously, they hid their faces in their hands, they skitted away.

But as the morning unfurled, they started to ignore me.

And act like themselves–

–which is exactly what I was after.

And in between the posing and laughing and hamming, something magical happened in the faces of these teengers.

It makes me understand why some people think that pictures steal away a part of the soul.

The unguarded, soul-showing expressions were my favorite shots of the day.

No defenses–no smiling for the camera–just pure, unadulterated personhood.

It’s one of my favorite things about photography.

Whether it was a moment of concentration . . .

. . . or a stare into space . . .

. . . or a whimsical smile . . .

. . . or a playful grin.

I loved the experience . . .

. . . and I loved the results.

The staff obviously cares for these teens, and it was fun to see them relate, instruct, identify, share, and laugh.

I sent the CD with all the images to the Lydia Home staff last week, and I hope they can put these to use–but it was worth it to me no matter what just to get a glimpse into these lives, and these beautiful faces.

A necessary dose of baby

I have more coming, but to satisfy my own needs for a dose of baby James (yes, I’m in severe withdrawal at the moment), I have some delightful pictures of the little guy, who is unbelievably turning 1 year old this January.

1 year old?? Wasn’t he just, like, born?

He’s safely back in Alaska, and the next time we see him he will probably be walking. Talking. Even running! I’ve always laughed a little at the people who say longingly “they grow up so fast!”, but I am now undoubtedly one of them. Because part of me wishes James could stay at this age forever.

One day he won’t be saying “ba!” anymore. Or making the hilarious nodding/head jerking motion when he’s really, really excited about that next bite of food. Or yanking indiscriminately at pant legs with those fat little hands to pull himself into a standing position. He may even thin out, and then what baby rolls will I be able to grab? The mere thought makes me want to burst into tears. There’s nothing like a velvety, fatty, baby thigh to make the world seem like a brighter place (see here for more on that matter).

Though I know Heidi is right when she says he’ll just become cute in other ways as he grows up, I have an alternate plan: since Heidi’s child-bearing days are certainly not over, I am hoping that she and Mike will produce a clone of baby James–one per year.

Over and over again, so that there is an unending supply of little 11-month-olds saying ‘ba’ and bobbing their heads.

Isn’t that the best plan ever? Now I just have to find a mad scientist to give me a helping hand.

Let me know if you all have any leads. Or if I’ve finally creeped you out enough that you’re never returning–I realize that’s a distinct possibility with every post I write.

But let’s get to the visuals!

Captions are provided by my dear husband, who is equally as in love with this baby as I am.

Well yes, I see your point, but I read an article in the New York Times saying the exact opposite. Do you read the Times?

Oh! I didn’t realize we were taking pictures! Hang on while I get this stoplight out of my mouth . . .

This. Is. The. Best. Apple. I’ve. Ever. Had. Period.

You can hold me . . . if you want.

How many times have I told you not to kiss me in public, Mom! Goosssh!

I pretty much got this under control.