Yesterday, I did my first baby shoot.
A sweet little baby, all of five months old, going by the name of Amelia.
It was hot and she was tired and as I was clicking away I had grave doubts that the photos would turn out or that her Mum would be happy with them.
Essentially, I felt that I would never be able to pull this photography stuff off, despite buying a new piece of the internet to set up shop (more on this soon, I promise)
and despite booking myself into a course, that would literally seal the deal, I panicked.
How could a midwife, come stay at home mother ever think that she could move into the world of photography?
Ahhh, self doubt.
It’s like having a little piece of my father with me forever…
“You’ll never amount to anything, Tiffany!”
Anyhow, I took the photos and we said our goodbyes, dinner, bath and bed ensued for the brood.
When I sat down to look at what I had taken
I surprised myself
and after I had processed them
I thought
you know, Dad, I might just be able to pull this off.
I might just be photographer material after all
and for the first time, in a long time
that voice of self doubt, my father’s voice
couldn’t argue.
