Friday, 24 October 2014

Finding the good

It's been a wonderful week and not in the usual way.

I haven't advanced in my career.

I have been full of self doubt.

My anxiety came back for a little bit.

My body slowed.

My patience was tested.

I've been bored out my brain, tested beyond compare, and torn in different directions.

And on top of all that I lost my keys.

In all that though, in all the crap and all the ache, I found good.

And that is all you need to know.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

A little credit

I think a little credit is owed on this blog of mine.

You see, while most of my photos on this blog are my own, taken by me, there are a few that aren't. All those shots of me staring out in the distance, me in pretty outfits or pulling faces, or walking, or doing whatever mad thing I think of at the time, are not in fact the work of my own. In reality, I don't carry around a tripod or have an imaginary third arm that takes my self portraits (as much as I would like it to be true).

In reality, these photos belong to Stephen.

...and while he is happy to be associated as a part of my brand, I think there is definitely credit owing to him for these images.

It's funny cause it's these photos that seem to get most traction on my blog and social media channels but the truth is they are not my own work.

I'm very grateful for his patience and support of my blog and the ramblings that go with it. The idea that he will stand there taking photo after photo, until I'm satisfied, baffles me. The idea that these images are often even greater than my own, baffles me further.

So I guess I just wanted to say thank you to him and his wonderful work on Samantha Heather.

But just because I can, here are three photos of him from the same days as above. Who's the better photographer? ;) Maybe we should go into business together and be a creative force to be reckoned with. I think I'd like that.
p.s. it's also his birthday today! My main man is another year older and I couldn't be prouder. He's accomplished so much since I first met him and it's him who really pushes me to be the best that I can be. Oh how I love love <3

p.p.s. those photos of me are really making me miss my long hair! I think I'm getting those post haircut blues. How do I solve this?

Monday, 20 October 2014

ten-minute poem

upon my lips
uncertain of what to say, and when to say them

my mind is racing
a million miles a second
and yet all i can see is you

your face, your smile
your messy hair
your perfect nose and the freckle on your ear

even though I sometimes don't know what to say
and even though my mind is racing
you always appear in my sight to ease me

you calm me
you keep me sane
and somehow you just fix me

the seasons are shifting
the storms are upon us and with it comes change
warmer weather
looser shirts
tanned skin and ocean breezes

I can feel it moving, can you?
it moves with me, with us
the light breeze is taking us places I can't even imagine

I think things are about to get better
or worse?
I cant really tell
but it's going to be different
and I like that

and as the steam rises from my tea and fills my nose
I feel free,
like a bird.
I feel free of the pain and the suffering that is around me
I feel free of burden

but not of the burden of you,
no, that is a burden I enjoy
and yes you are a burden sometimes
and sometimes I may seem angry at you for that
but really I love you even more for it
for every annoyance, for every quirk, for every tear
you are a burden I am comfortable with and embrace

because I am a burden on you too
and somehow you still love me

Note: this is a ten-minute poem, which is an exercise I picked up from Bridget's post, found here. I have been finding myself in writers block lately but when I sat down and gave myself 10 minutes to just write, I felt liberated and back to my normal self. This poem doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it doesn't have to. It was written for me.
If you're ever feeling stuck on what to say, maybe you can try a ten minute poem too. I hope it helps you as much as it helped me xx 

Friday, 17 October 2014

Sun Baby | First Steps

My new side business launched this week and I am super excited about it.
Welcome to the world - Sun Baby - the ultimate experience for all mothers-to-be.

Sun Baby provides a heart-warming experience for expecting mums seeking to capture the precious moments before they welcome the newest member to their family.      We combine the ancient tradition of henna tattooing with fine art photography, customising every detail to you. Henna Earth & Samantha Heather Photography work to create the perfect henna design and photography experience.      Henna Earth uses all natural henna paste. There are no chemicals or dyes, allowing for rich, dark burgundy stains. Designs are individually drawn, blending traditional floral illustrations and other cultural visuals such as African, Indian and Arabic patterns with contemporary art graphics.      As well as being a special personal experience, this is also a fantastic gift idea. What a wonderful way to capture your own or your friends pregnancy!

If you're interested in booking us for a session, please head over to my contact page or email me at samanthaheatherphotography(at)gmail(dot)com


Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Where fairies live

We weren't supposed to be there, not really.        Visiting hours were long gone but we didn't let that stop us.        We jumped the fence and crept along the rocky path, through the gardens and the flower beds.        We remained silent to not draw attention to our presence, and perhaps to not wake the fairies I'm sure were sleeping among the bluebells.        Our silence brought tranquillity and with that came a sense of magic and wonder.       I could hear the birds singing in the trees, I could taste the sweet air that engulfed us and I could feel every ray of sunlight reach for my skin as it slowly sank behind the distant mountains.        I was in a place that was like no other.       It was beautiful and quiet and it brought peace to my body.       And as the golden light drifted further down behind the trees, we said our goodbyes.        But it wasn't really a goodbye, not to me.        I'll be back again.        I'm sure of it.        The fairies will be waiting for me after all.