Welcome to the brand spankin' new Worthington Photography Blog! We are Sam and Mel, a husband-wife photography team based in the "rivah city" of Richmond, Virginia. We hope you'll come on in, sit a spell, and browse through Mel's journal of our most recent shoots and adventures. If you wish to reminisce, you can still access posts from our old blog here. Enjoy!

Nothing Short of Thankful

November 23rd, 2011

What I’m (especially) thankful for this Thanksgiving:

The birth of my niece, the health of my family, my sweet boys, the amazing strength and warmth of friends, never feeling bored, never feeling like we’ve got it all, and for the way the universe makes sure we have what we need somehow even if we don’t have what we want.

And I’m very, very grateful for a job that continues to reveal, in its own mystical language, what it looks like to love and be loved in return.  Happy Thanksgiving…

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Halloween ’11

November 1st, 2011

fireman

NO.

That was the response every time we pulled out his costume over the past week.  As a last ditch effort, I took him to the firehouse down the street Halloween morning to show him the uniforms that hung on the wall of the house and talk about how firemen can’t fight fires in their PJs.  A fireman spotted us and opened the door.  Immediately Fiver was smitten by this man and went full cherub on him (i.e. big eyes, round face, perfectly pursed lips, polite nods).  “Do you want to see my fire jacket?”, the fireman asked.  “Do we?  Indeed!” I replied (Fiver nodded).  “You know, firemen…”, he began.  “Poop on the potty?!”, my son interjected with great hope, reaching for a common thread between himself and this amazing man in uniform.  (Well, 85% of the time anyway.)  “Um, yes, we do”, the fireman recovered.  He showed us his uniform and Fiver promised he would wear his for trick or treating.

Then, the golden hour of trick or treating was near.  Out came the costume….

NO.

So what do you do as a parent?  You want them to experience something really cool and you know its only scary because its new.  But you don’t want to traumatize your kid by hammering your own values of fun onto them either.  So here’s what you do.  You bribe them.  “Let’s practice trick-or-treating”, said Sam as he handed out a piece of candy to Wonder Woman (aka Merit) and a giraffe (aka Cadence) when given the correct prompt.

You wonder, sometimes, how you measure up in the game of parenting and out of nowhere your kid announces the score.  When Sam turned to our son and said, “Now what do you have to say to get the piece of candy?”,

He said, “Please.”

Needless to say, that one piece of candy pushed him in the right direction.  We never got the suspender pants on him but he couldn’t be bothered, he couldn’t get his boots and jacket on fast enough.  And he did get the hang of saying, “Trick or Treat” pretty quickly.  And for one hour of one evening anyway, we turned the lens on our life.  Hope yours was just as happy a Halloween…

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Bath Time, Chez Worthington

June 28th, 2011

Who rocks the bathtub like my boy?  Nobody, that’s who.  If you haven’t given yourself a soap-hawk in the shower lately, we highly recommend reconnecting with your inner rock star….

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The Gift

May 10th, 2011

I believe that once you hit a certain age which remains nameless, you have earned week long personal holidays.  So your birthday becomes your birth week.  And by the transitive property, Mother’s Day is actually Mother’s Week. Which means that I am not actually late in wishing all my amazing momma clients, friends and family out there a Happy Mother’s Day.  See how I roll?

While these photos weren’t taken on Mother’s Day, I thought I would share them in honor of the day because Sam documented the very first gift I ever received from my son.  We were hanging out at the water front in New Orleans on a lazy afternoon, watching the ships come in when Fiver picked a dandelion and handed it to me.  When he saw how happy it made me it became a game of running, picking, and laughing, all while managing to cling on to his apple as he procured and delivered gifts.  I was so puffed up, watching me son experience joy from the act of giving for the first time.  It was a giant leap for my man cub and I’m so happy that Sam had a camera handy and took the time to document it for me.

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As for my gift, the dandelions made their way into a book and traveled home with us where they were pressed and dryed and now live in a special drawer in my jewelry box along side Arbus’ puppy teeth and other sentimental relics of ordinary days.   May all you mommas have a special drawer where you tuck away the treasured gifts, no matter how mundane, as a reminder that every sacrifice you make to create the best life for your children pays off many fold.  Mommas… here’s to you.

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