Gail Anne Photography – Blog

Facebook is  funny thing. It’s this glimpse into everyone’s lives, one a think people love and hate all at the same time. I’ll be honest, I was a little too, well, free in my Facebooking in times past. Now I post very little, some photos here and there but I’ve managed to maintain a “status update filter” for a really long time. I actually haven’t had a status update in almost a year.

I use Facebook mostly for marketing. It’s a great way to share the beautiful little faces I am so lucky to capture. It’s also a slick way for me to watch those little people grow. I always, very much enjoy the photos of the children I’ve taken photographs of, on Facebook. No matter who takes them.

This last few weeks has been kind of well, tough. I’m not working much. My old body isn’t adjusting to this pregnancy as well as a younger self would of. I kind of chuckle to myself that I waited table with my oldest and now? It’s a workout to clean the bathroom. My 10 pound camera feels much heavier. But I’m missing it, the working and the interacting with people. I guess I’m the A-typical “artist” type, tortured and lonely, ha ha ha. Only really as I have shared before, I have some weird anxiety that I am comfortably able to curb when working but struggle with much more when I am not. At the risk of over-sharing on my blog, I will admit, I get lonely fast and the confinement of my own four walls sometimes becomes more then I can handle.

And then surprises show up at my door.

This photo makes me giggle every time. Marty, the hotty in black and I “met” via an online pregnancy forum when I was pregnant with Drew. I managed to carry to term and she lost her Cletus to a horrible miscarriage I still think about. She and I have been friends ever since. Meeting I think once in real life, but a close, closer, closest friend none the less. I sometimes, often think she’s a closer friend then any friend I have outside my “box”. I sometimes thinks she knows, somehow when I just need a friend, some attention, anything to keep the walls from closing in. She just knows when I need that Facebook message or the huge surprise of a fabulous diaper bag, nursing fun-ness and other baby goodies.

I’m thankful I can keep up with her on Facebook and beyond.

I’m thankful while she is going through a VERY emotional time in her life, she still has time to think of me. Marty is proof there are still selfless people  on this earth.

Adult relationships are strange eh? As I was writing this my other friend Jen, mentioned my Marty. If she was ok.. because in the tiny world of the internet, she knows of Marty, because of the emotional time and wondered about her. Marty that is. Another pretty awesome gal there… and our relationship started with a comment, on a blog, many moons ago.

The photo above is the only photo I have of us together. Thinking back, I wish I’d of taken a few more. Of her, of my dear friend Constance and I before she moved to Texas and me to Pennsylvania. It’s that constant hindsight of mothers, women and friends, wishing we’d done more together. Taken more photos together, taken more photos period.

Just my sappy, friendly reminder to take more photos. With your iPhone, with a pro. Doesn’t matter. Just do it because sometime, you’ll wish you had.

We owned a house in Colorado. Nothing fancy, not even a house, a condo to be perfectly honest. I hated it, the carpet was awful. Kitchen needed updating and there wasn’t nearly enough room for us all but it was ours and looking back, I could of done whatever I wanted with it. Grass isn’t always greener right?

When we moved here, Drew wasn’t even one. Man time flies. We couldn’t swing both our house payment in Colorado and rent here and ended up at my parents house, all five of us, for a really long time. We rented the place we’re in because it was what we could afford and I remember walking up thinking hey, this could be my home.

And I guess it kind of is.

I’ve spent the last week cursing the flat paint, wishing I could rip up the carpet, praying for some miracle space I am never gonna get. I’ll be honest, I still miss “home”. I miss Colorado snows and Hobby Lobby and I am wondering when the “home” feeling will come while we are here.

I spent yesterday evening listening to my “big boys” play football, one was the Denver Broncos, the other, the Steelers. It was the battles of the homes kind of. PA (even if we should probably be the Eagles, I think my husband would croak!). I hung pictures up the stairway I so badly want to paint. Pictures in my house, of my babies. Wondering where I will hang the fourth. I’ve started to get slim on wall space.

Thinking about hanging those photos, I guess maybe home isn’t a house I own or rent or dream about. Maybe it’s in wooden and glass frames, in little curly haired faces, in little straight haired clones. Maybe I’m looking for home in the wrong place. And maybe I can squeeze a little more home in….