Earlier this year, we deemed 2016 The Year of Magical Experiences, so with some extra money in the bank and some pretty independent kids, we decided it was time to make the time and spend the money on ourselves. For a long time we have limited what we spent money on in order to pay off debt and, you know, pay for simple things like college and cars for our growing teenagers. The only trips we took were connected to me working.
We have wanted to go on this trip for years, to see my husband’s favorite band in concert, somewhere in a dirt field in Baja, Sonora, Mexico.
This one was just for us, just because.
You may never guess that seven years ago we were talking about a divorce. But that is the plain and simple truth. We were.
There is nothing in this life that I am more grateful for than the way we worked through the past/pain/oldhabits and for what we have now as a result.
Good light at a rest stop bathroom.
Almost to Ajo.
There was an oscillating fan, christmas lights, and a sign in the lobby of the motel that said
“Refunds within the first hour, no questions asked.”
We made eyes at each other over the friendly employee at the counter who told us where to eat dinner.
So many of my clients start excusing their houses the minute I walk in. Worried it’s not good enough, embarrassed that people live there when there’s no need to be. I’ve shot in a handful of truly remarkable homes, but 75% of my at home sessions are normal, darkish, with stuff shoved in a closet I’m not supposed to look in, and juuuuust enough options to make it work. I understand why people are hesitant to shoot at home. It’s a little scary, and the over saturation of perfect rooms makes us doubt what’s really important. **It’s not the cleanliness of the location, I can promise you that.** Please trust me with your space. Even if it’s a dark, messy, shared, basement bedroom.