I love my work.  I love collecting stories and meeting new people, capturing new images...but somehow I always end up feeling insufficient.  Much like my bank account, I feel this void that at points engulfs me.  That I'm not talented enough, that I'm just pretending, that there are so many people out there that could crush me with one moment of their genius.  It's times like these that I have to remind myself it's not a competition.  I'm not going for the big bucks or world wide recognition.  I just want to help those I can.  I want to do the art to the best of my current abilities and situations.  I want to continue to grow and learn.  It's important not to focus on the empty bank accounts or the people with more means to create spectacular scales of works.  It's important to focus on the whimsy of the moments presented in front of you.  To soak up and translate what is happening right in front of you.  

While others spend a fortune manufacturing the perfect situation, you have just experienced ten of your own.  If not more!  Regardless if you are building the next set for the most incredible masterpiece of your lifetime, or if you are just out on a walk translating the beauty that you stumble upon....soak up those moments.  Be proud of yourself for the effort you put in.  Only then do you feel the satisfaction that comes from true art.  Bank accounts can go to hell!~

<3 to you all my faithful watchers.  Thanks for sticking it out and watching this silly mom grow into something that is truly important to her.  I get to raise three beautiful kids and I get to capture life.  What more could a girl ask for? It's like being a lesser god or something spectacularly similar.  I am taking a fleeting moment.  That moment will never reoccur,  But when you look at that photograph...it will replay.  Not from a stagnant point of view but from one directly attributed to your memories.  How awesome is that?!  I get to trigger memories, smiles, tears, elation...I feel that myself when looking back at my own captured memories.  That day renny spun around in the dandelion field and kicked up millions of seeds.  Those incredibly tiny wrinkly feet that I would kiss a hundred times a day.  That tear that managed to fall out just before walking down the aisle, and the hug that inspired it.  I wouldn't trade the world for those.  Keep your money.  I want to give you memories and love.  Sorry for the sentimental rant.  I'm not as prone to long winded soap stand spectacles any more.  I just want you to be inspired.  Go show your love.  Capture it, translate it.  Who cares if that one random person doesn't get you, there will be another that is obscenely understood by it.  

I'm done now.  Shake it off, I promise not to gush again for quite awhile

~miranda