To create an image that evokes a feeling in the viewer is my form of art. I spend my days taking and editing photos, writing other's thoughts in journals, pushing the limits on my caffeine consumption, and loving the people I'm around. Thank you for taking the time to explore my right brain space.
- Kaitlyn C Smith
Dear 2019 Seniors,
You make me feel old, being that I have been out of high school since 2011. With that being said, I still have a love of photography that draws me to you. And with me being that older and wiser, here is some advice for you:
1. Actually print out your photos. It takes 3 seconds for your high school photos to be deleted forever and then you will never be able to look back at the awkward phases and the bad hair cuts.
2. Do as much as you can, while you can. After school sporting events, clubs, and dances don't come around when your in the adult-land that will soon trap you.
3. Don't dye your hair a crazy color before big high school moments: homecoming, prom, graduation. Because, if you do, you will forever be reminded of the time you put blonde streaks in your hair before prom and had to dye your hair black to try to cover them up. Not that I would know anything about that.
*cough cough lies cough cough*
4. Don't be quick to grow up. But, don't be afraid of it either. Life comes in chapters. Each with their own surprises and excitements. This is just the end of the first beginning. It doesn't end here.
How I met my other
The first memory I have of you, we were still in elementary school. I've told you this story before; the one where I chased you around the playground trying to steal your ball cap from your blonde head. When I was victorious in my quest to catch up to you, one of your friends (still can't remember who) turned to me and yelled "Leave him alone!" which then put me on the verge of tears as he took the hat from my grip. I remember vividly the way I smiled when you turned to him and told him "It's okay. I let her chase me." Then you took the Mountain Dew ball cap from him, handed it back to me, and you said "Okay, give me a head start," as you ran off towards the swing set...
The Luxton Littles
Yesterday, I got to spend the afternoon with Jessica and Shane's littles. They were what every kid should be at 5pm in the spring: running happy outside with muddy feet. I love taking these kinds of photos. I don't disturb the curiosity and the energy that has been pent up in the kids all day long. Let them wonder around and chase after each other. Once the camera came out, they turned into little hams for about 5 seconds before they lost interest and wanted to play. After being indoors all day, it was a prefect ending to my day.
Late Night Bread Baking
I have a friend who can make bread from scratch...
I know that for some of you that doesn't seem to be a big deal. It's just bread right? BUT, how many 25 year-olds in the United States can say with confidence that they can bake their own bread? It has become a normal thing for us to forget that we can do these kind of things. We can fend for ourselves. We can grow our own food. We can sew our own clothes. We can bake our own bread. These skills were once common knowledge. They were taught in schools and people everywhere weren't relying on Walmart and Target for all of our food and possessions. We are losing the knowledge of how to do these things. If all of a sudden, grocery stores weren't a thing any more, we would all starve.
Now, I know that I am just as guilty as the rest of us. I can barely thread a needle and have killed every house plant I've ever owned. I can say that, now, I feel inadequate. And I want bread, but that's a whole other issue of mine that I am dealing with. But seriously, take the time to learn new things. Stop worrying about when you're going to find time to finish your newest Netflix series and bake some damn bread.
See the rest of these photos here.
Cookies & wine
the small things that make the holidays fun in your 20's
When we were younger, the holidays all boiled down to Christmas morning; opening presents, Christmas movies, and cocoa. But all of that joy usually disappears once we hit out 20s. Slowly you start realizing you are an adult and will have to purchase your own gifts for people and it hits you that presents don't wrap themselves. Now, don't get me wrong, I live for Christmas shopping every year. I love it. I love every aspect about the holidays, even at 25. I'm that person that watched the Christmas claymation from the 70's and brings out the decorations as soon as Halloween is over. Yes, I know that Christmas has gotten over commercialized and that the true meaning of Christmas has nothing to do with fancy wrapping paper, marshmallows, or peppermint hot cocoa (which is the best, don't kid yourself), but I see it as an extra layer of joy that you can add to your life. When you have to worry about bills, work, kids, health insurance, taxes, rent, and getting your own butt to the dentist why not enjoy sparkly ornaments and The Grinch? Where is the harm in putting fun into your life as an adult. Personally, I never asked to grow up, but apparently society thinks it was my time to adult.
New Orleans in October
To say that this lovely lady is just a cousin to me would be the biggest understatement ever. She has been a sister to me since I was born and has had to deal with me always poking in and tagging along with her and her adventures for 25 years. Casey's kids are two of the greatest gifts ever given to our family (even when Maddie doesn't feel photogenic).
This dose of sass and vinegar is the miss Lexi Fees-Diegel. Her mini shoot is one of my favorites to date. It goes to prove that it doesn't matter the space you have to work in or the amount of time you are allowed, you can get a photo just about anyway.