My Love, My Muse, My Passion | Pascale’s World

Everyone has their own story of how they became a photographer.

My love story with photography has been a very long courtship.  One that started when I was a child looking through shoebox after shoebox of my parents images of us.  It was a way to witness moments in the past that I was too young to remember.  It followed by a life of travel and the means to document it, journal and escape…and then I created a career out of it (that’s as much thought process  at the time that I put on that decision).  Not because I was in love with being a photographer (how uncool is that!), not because I couldn’t stop taking pictures of people (I felt awkward at the best of times) but simply because it was a challenge and I thought it was important enough to explore.

And so for years (10 to be exact), I have felt like a bit of a fraud. If I was a cartoon, I would of been followed by the big red arrow pointing at me ALL the time. Someone that kind of ended up doing this because being a high level athlete had an expiry date.

I settled, so to speak, into “real life”. Bought a house, got married, continued with the ups and downs of photography and … oh I had a child, a beautiful, healthy baby girl.

Only recently have my beliefs and my vision taken on a much clearer path.  Beauty at it’s purest form.  The joy, I experience being able to capture someone’s true unguarded self is like nothing I can even attempt to describe.  It takes my breath away.  It makes me feel like there is nothing more important to document, to treasure and to guard preciously.

The gift, the trust and the vulnerability that I am given plants the seeds for an unbreakable bond between me and my subject.  It doesn’t get more real than that.

This is real beauty.

This is what a storyteller does.

This is what I believe I need to be doing more of.

Last week, I invited my daughter for the first time for me to “officially” photograph her and see if I could provide her the safe haven to show me her gorgeous soul.

She did just that and so much more!

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ChildrenGadboisPhotography

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Of all the things I love about this image, the bruise on her legs and her little toes are the best.

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ChildrenGadboisPhotography

At times, when I could feel her getting self conscious, I would simply ask her to move or show me her favourite flower

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ChildrenGadboisPhotography

A beautiful excuse for her to forget about my camera and just be her silly self.

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ChildrenGadboisPhotography

ChildrenGadboisPhotography

Discovering the fine line between knowing when to guide and when to just let a moment happen.

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Photography: Gadbois Photography

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1 Comment

Pascale

I can't believe how fast time goes by.

21:10 March 1, 2016
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