Rick Hawkins Photography

Elyas

This was part of series of photos of Alyas Guzak marking his 6 month milestone. It's truly a challenge working with the little ones. They seldom want to gaze into the lens and really don't respond to direction. They direct what's goin on! Elyas definitely responded favorably to Dad's voice. Anybody thats spent some time with that age group knows that that expression is usually followed by the kicking of legs and a sound that can only be described as happy baby.

It's cake

I like this cake photo from the recent wedding of Kyler and Ann Marie. Its not often I take the this approach to the cake. I always attempt to get a good picture documenting the precut cake. But I think this image says as much about the reception as it does the cake.

quietly remarkable

A friend of mine's mother recently passed away. At her memorial service she was described as quietly remarkable. I was struck by this description. I spent several weeks thinking about it and how or if it would apply to my own life. Its not often we stop and think about what we leave behind in this place. How will we be remembered? What have we achieved? How is success measured? How does all this apply to this photography blog? I'm not sure, but I know that to be quietly remarkable your motive must be pure. In reality I'm just a guy in love with photography. I find it remarkable that 24 years ago I first started taking pictures and I haven't lost interest. Its more than being a portrait photographer or a wedding guy. Its a lifelong pursuit. But isn't anything thats worthwhile? Your health! Your peace of mind. Your ability to love and express that through something you do. I feel blessed and find my peace of mind today quietly remarkable. I hope the same for you. I took this picture a couple of years ago. An unopened card that had seen some time exposed to the elements. I imagined it floating for while in a puddle filled parking lot, never arriving at its intended address. Who was it for? Who sent it? Why did it end up here? Why was there fluffy white seed pods sharing the same space. Why did they stop there wind swept trek to to sit on hard concrete. All of these things may be easily explained, but is that the point? I did not pick up the card. I prefer the mystery and poetic serendipity.