
Growing up, my family had a love affair with water. Summers found us engaged in the most persistent and ruckus water fights on the block. Perhaps the entire city! I have fond memories of long summer days at the outdoor pool, water parks, canoe trips, water skiing and the perennial favorite of kids everywhere – sprinklers and slip and sides. Now that I'm “all growed up” and have two tots, our family has been making water-fun memories of our own.
We live in the diverse and beautiful northwest and we've made Portland, OR our home. For six summers, our family has toured the area fountains, making it an adventure to find another gem tucked into a neighborhood park or the incongruous feature of a busy urban street. When the temperature soars, as it recently did with a week of 100-degree weather, the fountains bring together families seeking play and cool water. Our passion for the many and varied water features started when my son was just a year old and in a swim diapers. It was Father's Day, mild and warm. The fountain we chose was near an ice cream shop and so another summertime tradition was born. As I look back over my son's first years these are some of my favorite photographs. Golden sun on pink cheeks, water reflected in baby-blue eyes and chubby loveliness!
We now have a series of photographs documenting the changes in our family and each of our two children's growth – mama sitting in the shade breastfeeding the new member of the family, big brother protectively hovering over an unsteady toddler, and this summer, two silly and shrieking children chasing each other in cascades of water. Also documented in the photos is my emerging sense of myself as a photographer. The first years were a frenzy of picture taking to preserve the new and wonderful experience of being a parent. Pictures that were pleasing to the eye were a fortunate accident. One that I was grateful for but that I felt no personal responsibility in creating! The last several months have been another kind of adventure – one with camera in hand, seeking images seen in my mind's eye and delighting in the process of creating them.
Every child believes that they are an artist – they draw and create with the same reckless and confident abandon as they play. I'm grateful to be rediscovering my inner child in photography – and for a community of women and mamas doing the same!
Pictures and words courtesy of guest blogger / honorary sister Heather of Mama Mutterings.