Week 34: ME & Texture (Member Photos)
Kortney Fox - I love to feel all kinds of textures. I love the softness of my baby's skin and his favorite blanket, the roughness of my husband's face stubble and the concrete sidewalk when we're playing with chalk, the tickles of the blades of grass on the bottom of my feet and my dog's hair as it brushes across my leg, the grainy feel of sand through my fingers while building a castle and sugar while I am sprinkling it on my daughter's strawberries, the smoothness of a colorful rock from my collection and my silky nightgown. All of these textures bring me so much joy for their own special reasons.When I have a problem with texture is when it is in my mouth. I am the world's pickiest eater. I love the flavor of onions and peppers, but I cannot crunch into one in my food. I love to eat cheese by itself but never on a sandwich. I will only eat skinny asparagus and only cooked the way my dad makes it. I could go on, but I will spare you. Texture is to blame for all of my food problems.What I love is when I get that perfect texture and then I can't seem to stop eating. My dad made spaghetti the other night. He adds his own spices to a jar of Aldi Sauce, uses both pork and beef in the meat, and cooked the noodles to absolute perfection. Even two days later this leftover spaghetti is just as delicious as the first night. The perfect texture, the perfect comfort food, the perfect way to end the night.
Tausha Coates - This is the first time I photographed this fun knitted blanket. Lily had such a fun time playing what we called "Up and Down, Up and Down". She said "I like this game!".
Melissa Vaughan - When I think texture, I think breath. How I breathe when I practice yoga. The texture of my breath, whether it's heavy, labored, light or deep clues me in to how my body is feeling, what I need from my practice that day, that moment. I practice yoga every day, it keeps me sane, and has allowed me the courage to try new things, follow my bliss, so to speak.
Sofia Di Trapani - I have a picky eater at home so smoothies are absolutely life-savers here! www.sofiaditrapani.com
Emily Ingalls - Lately, I've been caught up in my thoughts. What am I not doing right? Why am I failing? What if I can't do it? What if I get hurt? These thoughts continue until I start to spiral out of control in my own head. I feel trapped by self doubt and lack of confidence these days. The negative thoughts are clinging to me like spider webs do when you walk through them. You feel it on you, but you can't see it to shake it off. I'm trying to shake the negativity off, but it's sticking to me no matter what I do. www.emilyingallsphotography.com
Briar Marie - We were on vacation this week. When you have kids, vacation is really not a vacation. It's fun, but it's really more work than not being on vacation. When you're a Mom you still have to do all the same work, just in a strange place without all your resources or routines. So when we go on vacation, I always make sure to carve out some time just for myself and my photography. Which means that I get up for sunrise before anyone else is up and sneak out with my equipment and extra layers of clothing. And this is my vacation. A few short moments to myself with my thoughts, my passions, some of the most stunning scenery, and the gentle sound of the lapping waves with the breeze in my hair. I live for this. And... sunrise was something of a bust the first morning. But it did give me the most fabulous combination of textures between the layered clouds, the rock surface, and the rippling water. www.briarmariephotography.com
Denise Laurinaitis - I live in Manhattan. I see texture every single day as I walk its streets in my gym pants and flip flops. I'm not as young as I used to be. My hands and feet are beginning to show my age in their roughness and lines. But this is me, happy, in my world, and I wouldn't live anywhere else right now.
Jennifer L. Bruce - My dog Roxy has the loveliest texture. Since she was a puppy, she had "extra" skin and thick, velvety fur. She is the sweetest, gentlest dog I've ever owned. Thanks to some medication, she really perked up this summer - she's nearly 13. Then this Monday she was suddenly different. Sick, not eating, barely able to stand. I have been carrying her a lot. Tomorrow we head to the vet again, for x-rays. I am sad to say this might be it, but I am heartbroken to see her hurting. I got down on the floor to be with her, and she barely moved. But I vow to enjoy her soft, velvety texture for as long as I can.
*This post is in loving memory of Jennifer's sweet dog, Roxy. <3