I'm trying to write this after minute 38 of my kid screaming in his crib because it's bedtime and for some reason he won't go to sleep. And every original thing I had intended to share, especially about my original intention behind this image, is flying out the window along with my patience.
This will be the 57 time today he's screamed at me. And I'm very much over it.
When I originally pitched the concept of this photograph to my model it was all about leaving the nest and going out on your own to conquer the world. A coming of age, if you will. But as I was editing this photograph over the past two days it became less about youth and growth and more about me.
Brave | (c)M.M. Hewitt 2014 Downloading this image for any use without written permission is strictly prohibited.
And the kid.
The one who's been screaming at me...ALL...DAY.
It became about entering into a world that is completely different and nothing like what you had hoped or expected. She sits on the edge of the opening to her home, her life, the one she's always known and is comfortable with, on the verge of dropping down into this new world. She has no wings to lift her off somewhere else. Her only option is to take the plunge, let go. It requires her to be brave.
I know what this new world is for me. What new world requires you to be brave? Have you taken the plunge?