Building a Photography Business One Click at a Time: BEHIND THE LENS: Suzanne Kreitzberg, Newtown Squa...

Building a Photography Business One Click at a Time: BEHIND THE LENS: Suzanne Kreitzberg, Newtown Squa...: You may remember the beautiful work of Suzanne Kreitzberg from our March, 2011 post .  In it we shared some of her project 365 photos and th...

At the Barre

At the Barre, a photo by Suzanne Kreitzberg Photography on Flickr.

The grace of thought and movement combined. Soft beauty set to music.

Old Mill Ovens

Old Mill Ovens, a photo by Suzanne Kreitzberg Photography on Flickr.

Such treasures lay sleeping in a winter wood and echoes of the past are muffled by the morning fog.

Ballerina at the Barre

There are moments in every parent's life that stand out.  Moments when you pass the point of no return.  Milestones.

First smile.  First step.  First day of school.  Firsts that mark the path you walk with your child.

And then there are the more subtle occurrences.  The ones that sneak up behind you and tap you gently on the shoulder. The quiet moments of transition that serve to remind you that it is time to step off the path, and appreciate the grace and poise of the individual standing before you.

Like a ballerina warming up at the barre before a performance.  Quiet, pensive and strong.

Project 365 - Ferns

It seems unlikely.  Counterintuitive. But grow they do.  Green from rock. The ferns are unaffected by this miracle.  The trees unmoved.  I smile.

Project 365 - Curtains

Tiny fairy curtains hung
Out to dry
In the late afternoon
Light.

Project 365 - Frog Underwater

Katie and Maddie and I hiked down the bank and into the creek.  The flowing water of spring has diminished to half it's volume in the warm summer air.  The skunk cabbage has wilted and dried on what was the bank of the creek just weeks ago.  The ephemeral flowers are gone, replaced by sprigs of less dramatic shades of summer green.

Katie ran ahead.  Maddie picked her way on the drying creek bed, picking up a walking stick along the way.

I am disappointed.  I have lugged my camera equipment down the bank to find nothing that interested me.  But then, Maddie turns and quietly waves me over to her perch on a rock over a still pool of water.  I clank my way over in time to see a dart of green disappear under a rock.  Maddie patiently waded into the pool and gently reached under the rock.  Seconds later our beautiful green friend came out to play.