I got into taking pictures when my husband was working at Old World Wisconsin as a blacksmith. My daughter was born 10 weeks prematurely (which is a post for another day) and she spent 60 days in the hospital, after I had spent 15 days before having her. As soon as I was discharged I prepared for the long road ahead. I knew she would have to be in there for a while, but I had tricked myself into thinking that it would be no time at all.
Postpartum depression kicked in, which is very common when your baby is hospitalized after birth, and was very hard to deal with. I found solace by going to Old World Wisconsin, walking around, thanking my lucky stars for modern medical technology, and taking pictures.
Here are some of the first "real" photos I ever took:
(and incase you are wondering, my husband is the guy in all the pictures)
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| I fell in love with photography in this photo. This one right here. |
This is my husband's grandmother. Since my one grandmother lives in Michigan and the other is deceased, I love that I have a grandmother-in-law that is such a special person.
This little girl was so funny. She shimmied right up that greased pole, got the little satchel of money, and climbed right back down. It was so much fun to watch!!
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