Category Archives: my stuff

my family, my friends, my random snapshots.

moving!

I promise I haven’t forgotten to update my blog, but we’ve been going through some little changes 🙂 

My space upgrade was running out on this site, and I knew I didn’t want to put more money into keeping it, because it doesn’t represent me very well. I struggled on what I should do, but finally decided that my “website” wasn’t being used as much as my blog. So I decided just to keep a blogsite, instead of having  two seperate sites. So, after this post, I’ll be posting soley on the new blog – www.mallorydawnphotography.com  🙂

To all my readers who have been on this blog from the beginning, thank you so much. And to all of my readers who have dropped in along the way, or just stop by on occasion to get caught up, or the ones that are visiting right now for the first time, thank you.

Two years ago I never would have imagined myself going anywhere in photography. I was just doing it because I loved it. Now I’m still doing it because I love it, I have dreams, and I have so incredibly far to go. I have so much to learn, I feel like every single day I learn something new, and I know that part will never change. I also know that 2 years from now I look at the pictures on this site and be somewhat embarrassed that I put myself out there like I did, haha, in fact, I already get embarrased by some of the stuff/pictures I post on here because I just know, I have so far to go.  But YOU have encouraged me beyond anything I would have imagined, and I thank you, so much for that.

So change your Google Reader or whatever reader you use, and put the new site in! www.mallorydawnphotography.com 🙂 I hope to see you there!

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Growing up my cousins, siblings and I spent a good portion of our time at our grandparents house – Mum & Pop’s. Not because our parents weren’t around, but because if one of the cousins was there, that meant we all should be. It was like, an unspoken rule. And if you ask us, we had the best childhood ever. Sometimes we get on a role of reminising, and we all  end up laughing until our stomachs hurt.

We had the coolest clubhouses ever. Well, to us they were anyway. Really it was only a cluster of 3-4 tree’s, then we would make our little safe haven in the middle of them. The boys had one, and the girls had one. What made one clubhouse better than the other was determined by the amount of junk one had verses the other. Literally, I mean junk. There was a junkyard back in the middle of the woods. Back then it felt like it took us forever to walk back there; in reality it is embarrassing how short the distance was. You got the squealing-fuzzy-tummy feeling once you saw the opening in the trees, and the light gleaming down; you knew you had made it to the junkyard. Glass jars were the main finds, if you found one that wasn’t broken it was of much higher value. And then we found a rusted old bike, and the boys found a toilet. Seriously. They carried that toilet back, and they probably used it knowing them. We had so much STUFF from that old junkyard. And for any holiday, our clubhouse would be decorated for the occasion too.  Ah, those were the days.

While watching my younger cousins play at Mum & Pop’s house a couple of months ago, I thought about how many memories they were making without even realizing it. And while it seems so normal to them to go to Mum & Pop’s right now, one day they too will think back and know; those, were the best day’s of my life.

it’s personal.

{My brother Brett, and my Dad}

Growing up my dad was always a volunteer firefighter. Always. And I went through spells of hating it, embarrassed by it, and envious of it. Hating it because he would bolt out of the house during supper or birthday parties. Embarrassed by it because, well, they’re rednecks and proud of it. J and envious of it because for the most part they have a ‘brotherhood’ that makes most that know them a little jealous.

As you probably know, I’m the oldest of 7 kids, there were 3 boys born after me, and then my 3 sisters. So I was 10 before my first sister was born. And since the majority of my childhood at that point consisted of fishing, cowboys & Indians, and shooting BB guns; well it’s safe to say I was a little on the tomboy side.

I spent most of my childhood day’s trying to keep up with my brothers, since they had hatchet’s to randomly smack at tree’s, I felt it necessary to have a hachet for that too. And since Colton learned to ride the bike first, I thought he would be the perfect person to teach me how to ride a bike, until he told me to jump the ramp. (He could have warned me bad things happen once the first tire gets over the edge of the ramp and you are going super slow.) Since they thought things were fun, they had to be, right?

Me chasing my brothers ambitions spilled over into my teenage years. They all wanted to be firefighters just like dad. So I tagged along to the fire shows, and hung out at the station with dad when I could. When I turned 16 I knew I would never be able to actually be a firefighter. I’m too much of a baby. I can’t even control a bonfire, let alone a house fire. SO, get this, I decided I would be the “fire station photographer”; this was WAY before I actually developed dreams of owning a photography business, it was more of a lazy way of getting to stay around the station with my dad and brothers. At this time Colton was 15, and like I said I was 16, so I had my license, and he didn’t J we were hanging out at the station, and a fire was dispatched. “OKAY, here’s my chance! Let’s go take pictures!” Colton’s dream was firefighting. He was PUMPED that we were going to this fire call. We jumped in my little burgundy Honda and started towards our destination. He say’s “Mallory you have to turn on your hazard lights, and drive fast!” Wellllll, if you know me, you know that I drive like a grandma. For real. Hands at 10 & 2, and usually maybe 1 mile over the speed limit. I ended up buckling under pressure and pulled over for the other volunteer firefighters with their strobe lights on, pass me. I thought Colton was going to die. Be bent over in my front passenger seat with his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands saying “this is the most embarrassing day of my life” over and over. That was the day, I quit chasing my brother’s dreams.

those boys.

dear boys: never grow up.

Of course – jumping the picnic table was a total necessity.

My favorite, favoriteeee of the day 🙂

Mister so-fis-ti-cated

making it :)

Last week was one of those weeks. Ya know,  the kind that makes you feel like you need to step back, take out your brain, and play with it for a little bit?

Right now I’m in a little rut; I’m struggling. My health is in total control of my life right now. Quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so physically (and mentally) miserable in my entire life. You know that saying Make It or Break It? That saying is how I would title my life right now. Writing this on my blog; yeah, it’s embarrassing. And yes, I struggled on whether or not I should even post this – but I feel defeated. I know that potiental future clients may read this with disgust. But those of you who already read my blog, know that my health is my struggle.. my trial in life. It is, my life. It is me.

I went to the doctor nearly two months ago, my feet had been swelling up the size of balloons. I’m talking serious elephant kankles. The doctor took my blood pressure and said “your a walking stroke at 23 years old”. Saweet.

As he wrote on my prescription on that little white paper tablet; I tried to bite back my sobs, the last thing I wanted was blood pressure medicine at 23 years old. But one tear turned into 2, and then the levee’s broke. I cried like a 5 year old. Uncontrollable sniffs and snubbs. He had just told me I really need to consider gastric bypass surgery. That, hurt my feelings.

But now, I’ve thought about it more over the last 2 months, cried about it, and prayed about it. and in 2 days I’m going to visit one more option and explore that for a while, if it doesn’t work, i’ll be visiting doctors about the lap band surgery.

So since I missed blogging last week, I felt like you should know that I just needed a little blogging break, a blog-vaca, a blogcation? Blogcation sounds cooler, so thats what I’ll call it 🙂

Oh, and becauseeeee pictures make everything better, here’s an engagement shoot I’m working on – LOVE!

giveaway friday!

I’ve decided to post a giveaway 🙂 wanna know what it’s for?

It’s for —–> $150 off a session!

So what does this mean for you?

It means – you will get a FREE session if you book engagement, senior, just because, maternity or newborn shoots. (and with families up to 4 people; add $10 to every person after 4)

TO ENTER:

All you have to do is invite all of your friends to my business page, and tell them to leave a comment with YOUR name in it. The winner will be chosen at random on Saturday May 14th.

For Extra Entries:

The more people that leave your name, the more times you will be entered in the drawing. So if John and Joe both leave comments with your name in them – you will be entered twice 🙂

I rarely EVER do this – so.. you better take advantage while you can 😉

*every single time I do a contest, so many people email me and say “well I wanted to enter but I wasn’t sure I would qualify”– YES! You qualify – So enter! Mainly so I don’t feel like an idiot and never do this again, mmk? :)**

 click here to find me on facebook 🙂

oh… and the contest starts NOW! YAY!

and if you are just seeing this on like… Friday? You can still enter, because the contest doesn’t end untilllll Saturday May 14th 🙂

Sweet Easter :)

I tried to think of quirky words to say, and I think the pictures can just speak for themselves . There was lots of chocolate, dyed eggs, food, 2 birthdays, and some moronic family love on our Easter Sunday 😉 ; and really the family part is what makes it so perfect. My heart is full.

In this post you will find lots of randomness – oh, and mostly Karlin 🙂 she’s a good little model; I can’t resist! I hope your Easter was amazing too!