Some women fear the fire.
Some women simply become it… ~ r.h. sin
Author & Photographer
Some women fear the fire.
Some women simply become it… ~ r.h. sin
Shooting beautiful people. Making new friends. Seeing new places.
Today was a pretty sweet gig.
Some days you just happen across the right spot.
This was one of those days.
Whidbey Island crush.
* Special thanks to JBK Weddings & Events for Ayla’s stunning flower crown!
I tried it. I liked it.
Now opening up my 2017 schedule for maternity shoots.
Ladies, hit me up if you’d like to photograph your beautiful, pregnant selves.
She’s moving and wanted pictures with a PNW vibe to remember Washington by. I figured we couldn’t go wrong with a rocky beach and all that green.
Non-traditional bridal portraits are so much fun.
“The core of your true self is never lost. Let go of all the pretending and the becoming you’ve done just to belong. Curl up with your rawness and come home. You don’t have to find yourself; you just have to let yourself in.” ~ D. Antoinette Foy
I grew up in Iowa, where the plains stretch as far as the eye can see and rolling fields of corn lay blanketed beneath eggshell blue skies dotted with clouds as fluffy and thick as pillows. It’s a scene that manages to be boring and beautiful, overwhelming and serene – all at the same time. I’m a firm believer that every place, no matter where in the world it is, has its own beauty. Has at least one special thing that makes it so heartbreakingly unforgettable there’s no other spot like it on earth.
It’s no secret I’ve been pining for a move back to the Midwest. The lower cost of living coupled with nostalgic feelings of my youth is a pull that’s becoming harder and harder to ignore. I miss the humid summers, the crisp falls, and even the crazy cold, brutal winters. I long for a simpler, slower life that starts its day with ample time to wake and gather my thoughts rather than the one I have now – where my eyes are barely open before I head out the door at six in the morning and rush headlong into a day that leaves me too drained to function when I return home that evening.
As of late, the only way I’ve felt I can obtain this lifestyle is with a move back to my home state. We’ve been in Washington for ten years now, and the insane cost of living coupled with the population growth causing havoc on the roadways has been enough to damper my love affair with the Pacific Northwest. What started out as a romance with Seattle has slowly, regrettably, turned sour.
But.
I’ve been rediscovering my love for this beautiful state on these past few shoots. The romance has, to a point, been revived, and the more time I spend wrapped up in the rugged nature of the Pacific Northwest – the blues, emeralds, and grays of the Cascades, especially – the more I see that a simple life can be lived anywhere. A slower life can even be enjoyed within the current one we have now – by just taking the time to stop and smell the pines.
Yesterday, while lingering on the edge of Diablo Lake after the shoot, I delighted in the cool rain against my cheeks and inhaled deep. Iowa may be my first love, but the North Cascades will forever have my heart. Someday, I’m going to run away and build a little cabin in those mountains and stay there forever.
And now, on to this beautiful couple. Thanks, Logan and Ashley, for bringing me to this spot, sharing your love, and helping me to, just a bit, start to rekindle mine.
I thrive in nature. My spirit belongs in the country. In the stillness of the mountains, alongside the deafening roar of the ocean. Running through the plains, my fingertips brushing the tall prairie grass… I need rain on my eyelashes and the sun on my face. The sweet, musky scent of the forest and the tangy salt air of the beach is what I crave.
Yet.
I wanted to try shooting in the city, amidst the concrete jungle of brick and mortar buildings and screaming automobiles.
It’s good to try new things. Obviously. It helps you to grow, to expand, to realize – remember – what truly makes your soul sing.
For me, stepping out of my comfort zone and shooting in the city reminded me of who I am. Of what I love.
I’m a country girl. There’s no pretending. I prefer open sky and clean air to a cluttered cityscape and throngs of people. The vastness of nature to the confinement of overcrowded, jigsaw streets.
I answer to the call of the wild. My heart rejoices in the freedom of the untamed wilderness. My creativity flourishes most when I surround myself in the beauty of Mother Nature and create alongside her.
Still… How pretty is this sweet girl?! Thanks, Alyssa, for brightening up that dark, rainy corner of Pioneer Square!