Prom Mini Sessions – April 26th

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Hey – Buena Juniors and Seniors. Are you going to Prom on April 26th? Yeah? Then listen to this!!

Prom is that special time of year where you run all over town looking for the perfect dress, get your hair and nails done, find the perfect tuxedo for your date and for what? One lousy, cheesy picture and a few blurry cell phone snaps?

Seriously, this is a night to remember, right? A night of magic and memories and a time to treasure.

Isn’t that memory worth more than one posed, stiff, B-O-R-I-N-G photograph and a bunch of dark, cell phone pictures?

That’s why Lily & Daisy Photography is offering you this awesomely spectacular opportunity!! Take a little time before prom in the beautiful afternoon sunset and come enjoy our Pre-Prom Mini Sessions!! Tell your friends. Hey, why not bring your friends?! Come with a date, your best friend or a group! We’ll take up to 6 people together at a time in a 10 minute mini-session. Then you go online and choose the photo you like, download it and keep your memories alive forever!! You’ll have at least 10 professional photos to choose from.

Starting at only $35!

So this is the deal: you get to choose your picture from about 10 different poses, you can download and print your favorite, post it on social media, send it to grandma – whatever – for the low, low price of only $35. You can even upgrade for even more savings and get ALL of your fun, one-of-a-kind images!

The best part – these pictures are FUN!

We only have a few Mini Sessions available so call or text us TODAY to hold your spot: (520) 249-5112

If you would like more information or if you’d like us to call you to reserve your session, please fill out the form below and we’d be happy to contact you!

Why Teens are the Best

Ok, I’ll be honest with you. There was a time when I was afraid of teenagers. It was actually just about the time I really WAS a teenager. I was all fear and insecurity and self consciousness and I had all the confidence of an incontinent cocker spaniel. Cute, but utterly hopeless.

Brush Back Girl

This girl is not a model.

I get what it’s like to be a teenager. It’s all smoke and mirrors, bluffing your way through the insecure, wondering what everyone’s thinking and hoping no one figures out that inside, you’re a crazy, screaming mess. The part that I never got, never really understood until I was no longer in the craziness of teenager-ness, was that EVERY SINGLE TEEN FEELS THE SAME WAY at some point or another. Yeah, it’s true. You’re just about to die of embarrassment because the Worst Possible Thing happened. You look in the mirror and today is the day, the most important day, and your skin looks like the surface of mars. What gives? Why me? Why today?? You feel EVERYTHING deeply, thoroughly, completely. Every high. Every low. Every rock in your show and bump in the road. That song! That guy! That teacher’s stare! Everything is so strong, so loud, so intense. I wished when I was a teenager that I’d had an outlet, a way to boost my confidence so that people could see the ME who was screaming inside, the real one who was inside wishing to escape her self-made prison. The side of myself who I was when I was alone, contemplating all the other aspects of life.

Amber in the Garden

She rocks the world with her unique style

Which brings me to why Teens are the Best. They are pure awesome when it comes to taking pictures. They’re in touch with fashion; the high definition of fashion. The self-made fashion. The band-inspired fashion. Whatever clothes, styles, make-up, accessories calls out to you and helps you tell the story of who you are – that is your fashion, your uniqueness and the YOU which I want to find. There’s something about modeling, no matter who you are or what you’re like, I can help find the amazing girl (or guy!) waiting in the fringes just waiting to come out. Which is why Lily & Daisy Photography has made the bold decision to specialize in Teens and Senior Photography. You’re beautiful and amazing and I want to show you JUST HOW PURE AWESOME YOU ARE!

A Life in Pictures

As a photographer and an artist, I am keenly aware of the impact an image can have on the viewer, on the memory of an event. On one’s life.

Last week was a beautiful, but mixed emotional time for me, as well as many around me.

I spent Thursday afternoon at a funeral for a friend. I hadn’t seen him or his family in quite some time, and to me, his passing was unexpected. I was in a little bit of shock during the whole process, but I was glad I was able to be there to say farewell.

The funeral hall was crowded, hardly an open seat anywhere to be had in the room. There were friends, relatives, children and loved ones all with a single person on their mind. There were thoughts and prayers, books and candles, flowers and stories, but as with any occasion, I was drawn to the photographs. The display, the book, the images all laid out for the friends and family to see. A way of saying, “I was here. I mattered. I was loved.”  We see the smiles, the silliness, the serious moments.

We see a life.

When all is said and done, when the flowers are dust and mourners have all cried their last tear, the stories preserved in photographs are the stories of our lives.

Which brings me to another occasion I attended this week: the wedding of my dear clients. I took their engagement photos and when it became clear the whiz-bang cousin with the LA photography gig was not going to pony up his time for the sweet couple, I asked if I could be their photographer. They agreed and over the last few months leading up to the wedding, I’ve gotten to know them and I’ve enjoyed seeing how dear they are to each other.

My love for photography came coupled with my love for telling a story. The photo below has a story, as most really good moments in life do.

The bride’s family is from Minnesota. The weather this year has been especially hard on the northern states and even though May is upon us, a terrible snow storm descended on the state, killing several calves at the home farm. Dad didn’t think he could make the wedding. Changing his flight was an impossibility so he was going to forfeit the cost and stay home.

The bride was devastated. Not having her father at the wedding to give her away was more than she could bear. So many little problems had come up in the planning of the wedding, so many little problems had been solved, overcome, or worked around. Why in the world was this happening now, at the 11th hour?

In an act of love, absolute and sweet beyond words, the groom could not accept seeing his beautiful bride in such sadness. He picked up the phone, spoke with her father, then called the airlines and booked Dad a flight. Cost be damned, his bride’s happiness was the only thing he considered. It was the only thing that mattered.

In spite of terrible airline schedules, the flight came in on time. In spite of bad weather, the plane made it with time to spare. In spite of all the odds stacked against the couple, everything worked out fine and her dad arrived on time.

…and I got this picture. Dad seeing his beautiful daughter in her wedding gown for the first time. The bride seeing her dad and knowing how difficult it had been for him to leave the homestead and make the journey to Arizona.

Seeing Dad

There are no words. There is only this picture. And in the end, it is all we have.

I remind you again, my friends. Take good pictures. Take bad pictures. Just take them. Oh, and get a few printed. Your children will thank you one day.

Tap, Tap — Hello!

Business is booming here at Lily & Daisy Photography, so for all my loyal readers I apologize for the radio silence as of late. I am seriously humbled by the wonderful clients I’ve had lately and overjoyed and delighted with some of the images I’ve been able to capture.

Here is just a small sample of some of the pictures I’ve taken, but I have a wedding on Saturday so I’m excited to see what I get then!

Just checking in for now and I promise to write more soon. I have some blog ideas rattling around my brain, I just need a few minutes to put pen to paper. Or fingers to keyboard. Until then, keep clickin’!

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Don’t Fight the Waterfall

A Taoist story tells of an old man who accidentally fell into the river rapids leading to a high and dangerous waterfall. Onlookers feared for his life. Miraculously, he came out alive and unharmed downstream at the bottom of the falls. People asked him how he managed to survive. “I accommodated myself to the water, not the water to me. Without thinking, I allowed myself to be shaped by it. Plunging into the swirl, I came out with the swirl. This is how I survived.”

Photography at its core is exactly like the waterfall. If you fight your subject, you drown and you lose. Unless you’re photographing flowers or landscapes, you’re probably taking pictures of something with a brain. We humans are programmed from birth to form an attachment and fascination with faces, so photographing people or animals are popular choices. While we love them, these subjects often have a mind of their own when it comes to sitting still while you click the shutter incessantly in their direction.

I recently took pictures of a beautiful family. The older girls, two wonderful, sweet preteens, were visiting during Spring Break and because they were going home soon, their parents wanted to get a family picture taken.

All went well with the family pictures. The two youngest members of the family were a little nervous, but played along with a little coaxing. As soon as the family pictures were done, I did what I typically do during a session: I broke the family into smaller groups, first the siblings, then the parents and so on.

The youngest member of the group was the only brother, a spunky, but somewhat shy, 2-year-old. He reluctantly sat for the family pictures, but as soon as his mom moved out of the shot, he became nervous and overwhelmed by the lights, the distractions and just plain being in an unfamiliar environment. At this point he did what young guys usually do: he started to cry and dug in his heels, refusing to sit in front of the backdrop with his sisters. Mom started to get tense, Dad started to bargain with him, the older sisters tried to coax him back to sit with them, but he refused. His mini-tantrum began to translate to the rest of the family and if you try to take pictures under these conditions, you see it written in giant slanted script as anxiety and irritation on everyone’s face. So, rather than contribute to the melt down, I took his mom and dad aside and told them not to worry. We would get what we could in the studio, then let him run around outside while I took his picture. I saw mom visibly relax because she was not longer under pressure to try to calm the little guy down and he was able to plunk away happily on our piano. All the while, the girls happily gave me relaxed and beautiful smiles.

With everyone happy, we went outside where I got, in my opinion, some of the best images of the whole day! As a photographer, I only have so much control over any situation and this actually suits me just fine. Part of what I love about photography is people being who they are, letting their personality and character sparkle and shine. In letting go, I am rewarded with beautiful images!

Oh, Look. A Chicken. -or- If a Man Blogs in a Vacuum, Does He Make a Point?

DISCLAIMER: This is not my usual happy-happy blog about how much I love photography. I do. I love it beyond words. However, there are people out there who seek to destroy something I and others love. This is my one-time-only rail against their squishy, mixed up, PlayDoh machine of unrequested opinions.

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I don’t know what’s in the air right now, but there’s a spirit of ugliness that I am beginning to find alarming. Help me out here, are people getting mean everywhere, or is meanness just blooming as the weather gets warmer here? There’s not doubting our world is crazy. We’ve got big drama: in Washington, this political party is trying to force that one to blink, a crazy dictator in Syria is killing his own people, and crazy people are acting strange everywhere.

We may have thought we were immune, but even here in our teeny-tiny little community there’s a spirit of ugliness. Yeah, we’re not facing genocide here, but we’ve got meanie-heads and they’ve been sucking up a lot of energy lately. Everything from so-called ‘experts’ doing their level best to drown the up-and-comers in ill-conceived, wrong-headed, poorly worded, misspelled, over-comma’ed, run-on sentences. And starting sentences with a conjunction and not ironically because they couldn’t explain how. To folks expressing unwarranted, unrequested and frankly ugly opinions about an artist’s work. Is the economy that bad, folks, that some people are just looking for someone else to stab?

Really, I’m appalled at all the negative energy floating around unchecked. I know things are bad for some, worse for others and the political climate we’re living in is downright nasty. Can we please just be a little kinder each other? We’re all in this together, and if we do it right, there’s enough of the pie for everyone to have a piece. We’re not getting out alive anyway, can’t we just relax and enjoy life a little?

I, for one, am not willing to contribute to the stupidity; no more stoking flames in a losing attempt to blow them out against people who are too oblivious and stubborn to concede. My world is an artsy place of peace and cameras, pretty light and creamy bokeh. Flowers make me happy, sunsets are pretty and chickens are cute. (Darn ADD just got me there, folks. Sorry. It’s part of my artistic spirit….yeah…I’ll go with that.)

Anyway, I’m tired of snarky-know-it-alls-types running down folks who are just trying to find their path and make an honest living. I’m not going to put up with it the ugliness being lobbed onto my colleagues and friends. I’m going to slay the dragon wherever it lives. And then leave it there to bleed. Or at least yell at it until its ears bleed. Yeah. Take that, irony. Or not. It’s late and my poor attempts at idiomatic speech are dying in favor of sleepiness.

Ok. Sleep-tinged, kinda-pointless rant over. Now, a chicken.

Chicken

Oh, Look. A Chicken.