The power of the printed photograph

When I was growing up, there was no such thing as digital photos.  Everyone had a film camera with 24 or 36 exposure shots on it.  I took the photos on with my camera, dropped off the roll to get developed, then waited 2 weeks to get the roll back to see how my photos turned out.  There was no instant display or multiple shots to get the perfect image.  You had one, maybe two chances, to get your picture, then crossed your fingers and prayed all was well.

And the excitement of going through all the prints when the roll was finally ready to be picked up was amazing!  Sifting through the photos, laughing at all the cuteness or ridiculous faces you captured on film was priceless.

Nowadays, we take pictures with our phones, see them instantly, then retake if we decide the photo was off or someone wasn't smiling or we just don't like the way we look.  And I'll admit, I am 100% guilty of doing this as well.

But today we tend to forget the most important part of the whole reason for taking photos, and that is the printing of them.

What's the point of capturing your family's memories if you're not going to display them for everyone to see?  The answer is, sadly, not much.

Printing photos is one of the most important things you can do for yourself, your kids, and the next generation.  Seeing a photo on a wall, book shelf, or even a fireplace mantel gives a whole new meaning to keep your memories alive.

At my parent's house, my mom has a couple of dozen photo albums full of 4x6 or the old school instant Polaroid prints where you can write on the bottom of the photo (you know you remember those old instant Polaroid photos that you had to shake to dry off the ink and hope you accidentally touch and mess it up).  Anyway, I love those old photo albums.  I love looking at my childhood on print, take the photos out, and have a trip down memory lane.

I want that for my own children and (fingers crossed) their children one day.  To show them the prints of photos of their childhood, awkward years, and fun everyday memories to share and reminisce.  My own children love going through the photos I've had printed and figuring out how old they were and what were they doing. I just have to get those photos into an album, and I'll be set!

I love the fact as a photographer I can offer my clients the digital prints of their families and newborns so they can print as many photos as they want.  I want they to print their family photos and share them.  Not just keep them on a hard drive for years to come.  It's awesome to see my clients send me photos of their home wall galleries and see their photos on display.

It saddens my heart to think the next generation is losing out of the power of the printed photograph.  Nothing makes a house a home like seeing your families history on the walls with photos.

Whether it's a snapshot you took on your phone or your family photos you had taken by a professional photographer, print them out!  Display them!  Put them in albums for everyone to look back upon and remember the fun times!

And if anyone ever needs a recommendation on where to have your photos printed, email me at emilyingallsphotography@gmail.com  I'll be happy to recommend a some consumer labs to you!

My family Christmas photo from last year! 

My family Christmas photo from last year! 

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Emily Ingalls is a professional photographer in Round Rock, Texas.  Emily specializes in family and children portraiture, family lifestyle photography, and newborn lifestyle photography.  She loves traveling, coffee, and martial arts.

My Crazy Summer... home construction, playing chauffer and more!

Hello!  It's now July, and I feel this summer is both flying by and crawling at a snail's pace.  

I've spent the entire month of June under construction.  Now me, personally.  But my house.  My husband and I have been in our home since 2013.  We went bought it my biggest issue was 'the pantry'.  I mean it was small, like tiny.  It was less than 2x3ft.  And seeing as my family has 4 children, three of those being boys, it was definitely not big enough.

I had food and other sundries in the laundry room, taking up cabinet space in the kitchen, and the coat closet, no joke.  Yes, I had stuff that should be in the pantry in the coat closet.  It was quite frustrating for 4 years going into various rooms to make lunches for school.

Finally, we found an awesome contractor to work with, and the construction began.  Not only did we expand our pantry to triple the size, but we also closed in the formal living room made it into an office and separated the new office and formal dining room.  Check out Amthor Construction and talk to Dane Amthor.  He's awesome!!

I can't even tell how excited I am to have this finished!  It was a little bit of a living hell (for me) to live in a construction zone when I like everything clean, put away, and organized.  But now it's done, and I have an awesome pantry!

Now the pantry, office and dining room is done!  I have an actual office with a separate desk and computer from my husband (yeah!).  I love my husband, but having to share a computer and desk with him drives to a little nuts.  Especially when I have to work and he has to work (cause he's in the tech industry), it didn't work out well.  Now, we have separate desk and computers, and I'm a very happy wife.  Anyway, I'm still here and alive!

Between the construction, the kids being home for summer, being a chauffer between camps, activities and general summer stuff, I'm not just getting time to sit down and write.  And I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed writing and blogging.

I'll be back soon with more writing and more wit!

I can't be the only one with a crazy summer going on.  Tell me how your summer has been!
Have you gone on vacation?
Are you at home with your kids?
Are you like me and have been playing chauffer?

 

One of the many lunches we ate upstairs while the construction was going on.

One of the many lunches we ate upstairs while the construction was going on.

It's moments like these I wish I could bottle up and review when I hear them fighting.

It's moments like these I wish I could bottle up and review when I hear them fighting.

Proof we did make it to the pool a few times!

Proof we did make it to the pool a few times!

Ringing in 2018!

It's not too hard to believe it's 2018.  At least for me.

I am happy to leave 2017 behind.  It was a year full of accomplishments, goals, expectations, along with sickness, disappointment and failures.  Last year brought me to my humble knees along with lifting me up and giving me great highs.

One of my favorite highlights from last year was a trip to Rome, Italy I took with my husband, brother and brother-in-law.  I had great expectations of writing and sharing my entire trip on my blog, but life got in the way and I didn't get the opportunity to share.  But let me just say, it's was a trip I will never forget in the best way possible.

And somethings I could have lived without would be coming down with Shingles.  Ugh!  It was not pleasant, and it was brought on my stress.  I do not want a repeat of that.  And I could have lived without my 5 year old son breaking his arm two weeks before Christmas and sitting in an ER for 7 hours.  Then having to have surgery to fix it three days after Christmas.  He's still in a cast and will be until mid-January.  I'm just thankful it's finally fixed properly.

As for 2018, I have goals swirling around in my head I need to write down on paper.  Photography goals, business goals, and personal goals.  I find I keep myself a lot more accountable if I write them down in a place where I'll see them throughout the year.  They will go into my 2018 Planner that also has my monthly calendar.

I'm looking forward to the New Year.  I want to make positive changes not only in my life but my family's life.  I'm determined to be more positive and optimistic.  I tend to be a pessimistic, glass half-empty type of person.

Here's to a new year.  More blogging, writing, and sharing myself with you instead of just my client's photos.

Summer Bucket List Failure

It's been a month since Round Rock ISD let out of school.  My two youngest children have been home for an additional three weeks on top of that month.

Before summer started, I had a bucket list of summer to dos I wanted to accomplish with my kids. It wasn't anything written or detailed, but in the back of my mind, I wanted to do a few things. 

Then summer actually started and real life kicked in.

I had all four home with me, almost, all the time.  I didn't have them signed up for any camps for the first three weeks of summer (which should have been the first indication that I needed to re-think my summer plans).  The fighting, bickering, whining, and screaming started on a daily basis.  My patience was being spread so thin I could practically see through it.  And my air conditioning broke.  In Texas.  In the summer heat.  We had to replace everything for both units or pretend we were living in the 1800s and sweat it out.  On top of that, I started teaching more taekwondo classes over the summer and still had my photography business to keep going.  I totally had time to sit around and eat bon bons all day (insert sarcasm font here).

Not surprisingly, the last shred of patience wore too thin, and I'd had enough of the whining, bickering, fighting, and general presence of my 4 children. The oldest two lost gaming privileges for a week.  The youngest two got shipped off to preschool part time again.  And I realized for as much as I love my children, I cannot spend 24/7 with them for my own sanity.

So I came up with a new bucket list for the summer.  And here it is...

  • Keep the children alive and well until school starts up again

That's it!  And I think it's a pretty good goal.

I love my kids; I truly do.  But I'm not perfect.  And I desperately need time away from them.  I was sitting in the kitchen last Friday, surrounded by my kids at 4:30pm, texting my husband asking when he was coming home, and realized I need time away.  I want adult alone time.  Granted it wasn't happening right then and there, and I can't just disappear for a few days randomly (although that would be really nice!).  I crave quiet, adult time, where I can just relax and not be asked the same question 5 times in a row hoping my answer will change (cause it doesn't).

So my summer bucket list has been incinerated, and I'm completely ok with it.  I'm not the Pinterest Mom which will hand make games for a summer full of fun.  I'm the type that kicks my kids out of the house, tells them to stay on the property and enjoys a blissful hour of quiet while they play outside using their imaginations and random objects as weapons.  I let them come in for water and to use the bathroom, but for the most part, I want them outside.  I supervise from the comfort of inside the house.

My summer bucket list is a failure.  And you know what?  I don't care.  It's fine.  All four of my children will be normal, functioning adults without the thousands of extra things they could be doing over the summer.  Instead, they are making memories of playing outside and just enjoying their childhood.  And that's all that matters.

So if you're like me and you're a summer bucket list failure, raise your head high and high five yourself!  We're all in this together!

Raising a strong Daughter

I'm making a choice.

A choice my parents made for me.

And a choice I'm making for my daughter.

I'm choosing to embrace my strong-willed, mighty daughter so she can grow into a strong woman one day.

I want my daughter to have an opinion and not be afraid to voice it.  Even when it's not the popular one.

I want my daughter to rise above the ranks and make a difference in this world one day.

I want my daughter to have all the same opportunities that I've had and more.

I want her to break that freakin' glass ceiling!  Then continue to shatter it.

Will it be easy? Nope.

Will I ever regret encouraging her to go after what she wants without making apologies for it? Never.

How am I going to do this?  I'm going to let her be her.

It's not going to be easy.  She's almost 3 years old, and she's already got a mouth on her.  I do tend to laugh (not where she can see it) when she's banging on one of her brothers' doors yelling, "Open the GD door!"  Although 'GD' isn't what she says.  She says the whole shebang!

She loves the color pink.  She'd wear pink everyday if she had enough clothes.  She looks the part of a girly girl until you see her chasing her brothers around the house with a sword playing 'good guys v bad guys'.  She hops right into a creek bed to play in the water without a second thought to getting her clothes wet or messing up her hair.  She's just being herself, a kid, and that's exactly how it should be.

Strength comes from within.  Persevering when you have obstacles thrown in your way.  Figuring out a work around or just smashing through them with shear will and determination.

From my experience, being a strong woman is great until it's not.  People love that I have opinions until I don't agree with them.  Then their feathers get ruffled.  It's just the way life is.

My parents allowed me to grow up being my tomboy, strong-willed, opinionated, and stubborn self.  (Although I don't exactly agree with the stubborn part, but that's neither here nor there.)And it served me well.  I didn't give up on things when they got hard.  I worked through them.  Not saying I didn't have my moments of 'why me!' or a brief pity party every now and then.  (I am only human.).  However being comfortable in my own skin, not being afraid to speak up, and being true to myself has served me well.  And that's exactly what I want to give my daughter.

My daughter and I will probably butt-heads a lot while she's growing up.  And I'm sure I will not being enjoying that when it happens.  But raising a strong, independent daughter is worth the challenge.

Advice for my daughter:  When life gives you limes, make margaritas!!