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Photographers Need To Know [Richmond VA Photography Adviser]

Dear Photographer,

You’ve worked hard. Over the years you’ve been mastering your skill and have complete confidence with each session you shoot. While you’re still learning (we’re all learning something every day in this field!), you have mastered good photography AND good business.  It’s taken quite some time, but you’re a professional both in quality of service and end product. You walk away from a completed session with pride in your work that even other professional photographers look at and smile, as well as  a happy client: CONGRATULATIONS!

How do you know when you’re at that point? Here’s a great way: you have clients tell you they’re going with a beginner photographer to help build their portfolio, or to a cookie cutter portrait studio to save some money, or a cheap “All files on a disc for $40” sort of deal.  No wait, that’s not how you know-but almost. You know you’re on your way when you’re OK WITH THOSE THINGS.  You can graciously wish the (would never be yours anyway) client well and mean it.  Every inquiry is NOT your potential client IF and WHEN you’re running a professional business. It’s that simple, so be happy about it.

The last two “Calls” I’ve gotten have been in complete opposition from a client’s perspective: 1. LOVED the difference (re can SEE a difference, everyone can’t, you know! This is key!)  in my work from what others do and where they’ve usually gone. They are  booking a family session, and 2. Has not budgeted money to spend on a custom family session but is going to go with someone just beginning to shoot and practice to build a portfolio (more on that in another Dear Photographer).  BOTH are ok. They’re good people with a different take on professional photography.  It’s your job to have your business and business mind in a place where it’s not only ok for the 2nd inquiry to go elsewhere, but preferred. You want to work with those who value YOUR work, your art and your time. FIND THEM.

I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to do a family, couple, newborn-or whatever -session for a new client and for them to pay me to do what I love. THEY leave ecstatic with their photos, prints and product, and I leave with the rush of knowing I just put my passion of photography, people and prints into my work. What’s the saying?   Harvey MacKay – “Find something you love to do, and you’ll never work a day in your life.”  Yep. That. ..when you’re earning a living do it. 🙂

Italian Greyhound [Just Like Life]

Not a whippet, but an Italian Greyhound whom we love. We call him William The Conqueror, aka Willy for short.  Originally bred for royalty, and that’s what he thinks he is. Definitely alpha male when paired with his brother, a 75# labradoodle.  Hard to train, easy to love: Yep, he rules the roost.
Stats:

*4 1/2 lbs

*wee little

*pretty old

*loved by his boy more than anything

 

Baby names and Palm Trees [Just Like Life by Tamara Henion Photography]

Tamara, meaning Palm tree, so fitting. Do you ever stop to think if your name fits you? My brothers’ names all point to a specific and special someone, but Tamara? ~not so much. I’ve asked my parents before how they came up with my name, and the answer never sways, “We just liked it.”

Conversely, after years of teaching and droves of young people under our various youth ministry opportunities, and five brothers (all complete with middle names, to boot), my husband and I lamented over our boys’ names.  Girls’ names were flying off our tongues right onto our ‘consider list,’ but it  took what seemed to be forever (oh, life without the internet!) for us to agree on a boy’s name. Baby names were proving difficult for agreement.   Finally, when we got to “Mitchell” for our firstborn, we knew “one like God” would be our choice. Pop, my father-in-law and Mitchel’s wonderful grandpa, did have a wee-bit of a say in its spelling. He pointed out we didn’t want our son’s name to end with h-e-double l, as he put it, so Mitchel (one L, as we say often) is who he is, and it’s the perfect fit for our son.  Ten years went by before we were given the opportunity to name another child of our own. Again, and again unneccesarioly, a girl’s name was easy agreement.  The first ultrasound when we were told pink was “most likely” in order, gave some excitement and reason to try out, albeit privately and quietly, a would (never) be daughter’s name. Perfect. Well, perfect until the next ultrasound where any visions of pink were rushed right out of that room and our hearts…my heart, Daddy was thrilled with another boy! So, back to the store with the loads of clearance girly outfits, hats and accessories we went, and back to the baby name book, too.  Another “M” name was agreed on, Maxwell-we’d call him, Max.  A couple of weeks before our baby’s birth, I printed out name tags to put on blue tulled wrapped Hershey Kisses: Maxwell William and blanks for height and weight to be filled in. They were beautiful!  Unfortunately, Pop was no longer with us.  I think he would have been ok with double-L at the end of Maxwell’s name. My mother-in-law, however, was with us~and I mean that literally, too. She’d moved in after Pop passed away. She knew the other name we had pondered quite deliberately was Nicholas. Nicholas was my husband’s maternal grandfather’s name, and, well, Ma was a little bias toward that name.  Earlier in my pregnancy, I was talking with my baby one evening in the tub. I can easily recall asking him, “What is your name, baby boy? Is it Maxwell? (stillness, but who doesn’t like to relax in a warm tub?) Or, is it Nicholas?  And in true Nicholas form, a celebration ruptured in my womb.  At that moment, I knew Nicholas was with me.  Still, Max was in the works, and that was all fine with me. Until it wasn’t.  Sharing the first baby favor with Ma was the mistake that really wasn’t. Soon we heard her rambling on, “Maxi, Maxxxxi, Maxi-Pad, Maxi…” And on and on this went. Of course I was fuming a bit. Maxi pad? Really? THIS is how you’re going to make your plea for Nicholas?  Nicholas-victor of the people, and so it was, has been and (hopefully-he does have days he announces a name change!) always well be, Nicholas.   We were diligent in picking names for our sons that would be fitting to who the Lord created them to be. Psalm 139 writes a beautiful account of the Lord knowing us before we were conceived, and loving us. Fearfully and wonderfully made.

I wasn’t there when I was named, but there could not be a single name more perfect for me than Palm Trees. There’s no place I’d rather be than a beach where I can sit amongst the Palm Trees and just be. My brother asked me just the other day why I drove all the way to SC to go to the beach. My answer? I want to see Palm trees.  I’m Tamara, you could call me Palm Trees if you’d like. <3

Beauty in the weeds

Heading to a baseball game is as common in our life as is brushing teeth, but yesterday  something ‘new’ caught my eye as I scooted onto the hot leather seat of my SUV.  Right there  in the back yard a dandelion grew even taller than our now small jungle of  water logged lawn.  Ironic as it sounds (knowing how much money and time we spend trying to get rid of them), the sunlight made that single dandelion almost sparkle. I know, it’s a weed, but in that moment I thought it was pretty. Seems I wasn’t the only one, as I turned to put my camera back in its bag I felt a tap on my arm. When I turned around, there was the cutest little hand proudly holding up the same weed I had just taken a photo of.  Any and all doubt now removed, that dandelion DID sparkle, but this time it might have been from the teary reflection in my eyes as my little boy handed me the world on a stem.  If you would allow it, let me encourage you to stop and pull the weeds in a whole new way. Maybe you’re passing by a lot of sparkle and shine in your life because you think it’s a weed when really it’s simply a beautiful moment in your life waiting to happen. Here’s to dandelions!

 

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