When I first met Jessica last September (before that it was 30 years since I last saw her), she was so many things rolled into one: a mother of two beautiful boys, a wife, and a hard working loan agent. The one thing that I saw above all else is her deep desire, and hunger to be a photographer. I still remember that day (I blogged about it if you look in the back posts), she was so eager to assist me, and learn. I remember her struggling to adjust a flash that she was unfamiliar with, but she was determined to get it right. She soaked up everything I was trying to do (I had two boudoir sessions, and a maternity session all in one day) to the point where I felt comfortable letting take a few shots. Her company was a real blessing! She really helped keep me and the talents up beat and engaged
I’ve been photographing NYE parties for the past 5 years, and I’ve decided this year I’m going to take this year off
This NYE I’m going to the Philippines. I’ve been photographing NYE parties for the past 7 years, this year I’m going to take a brake form the party mayhem. Hopefully it will be a quite NYE in the Philippines.
This past year has been a fantastic adventure full of hard work, travel and new friends. I had a life changing trip to the Philippines, and Colombia. I created a new blog called Maganda Filipino, and it has blown up far beyond my expectations (I have more than 9000 followers to date). I moved back to the Bay Area. And I’m happily un-married. I hope your 2013 will be amazing, full of success, and happiness. Happy new year!
As I waited with baited breath the auctioneer announces “$45 going once!…$45 going twice! Sold!” In the summer of 1981 in a hot tent at the San Jose flea market, I became the proud owner of a slightly used Minolta SRT201. Actually, I had only $42 saved from my allowance and I borrowed the rest from my little sister.
It’s very special when you get the opportunity to work with some someone you trust Jessica Ford my editor for PWB is that person. I want to share with you the first day we met (again).
Since we recently had a blue moon I thought I would share my moon story. The road to Wedding MBA (Merchants Business Academy) started easily enough; pack bags, go to airport, catch first flight to SLC, miss my flight from SLC to LAS because I forgot I was one hour ahead. Simple enough; right? I’ve been to Vegas a few times so getting acclimated didn’t take long (note to self: watch Barry Manilow at the Paris resort).
The first day of WMBA was exciting, fun and full of many people I wanted to meet. It started with Andy Ebon, a speaker I’ve highly admired for a long time. As the day progressed, my list of things I needed to do to improve my business became longer and longer. At the end of the day I met some great, hard working and passionate vendors from all across the country: Tracy and Kristi of Touch Marketing from Phoenix, Carmina Cristina a MUA (make up artist) from PA, and Renee Kopp of Celebrations Now also from PA.
When my cousin Mary Ann asked me to take photos of her I didn’t think much of it until she told me why. I had to think long and hard whether to accept the assignment or graciously decline because of possible backlash, and endless comments from my family. I’ve known her since we were children and I’ve never known anyone as smart, strong willed, quick witted, and positive as her. Because of that I decided to accept the task of taking photos of her. She in many ways mirrors my determination to keep on fighting. In hindsight I’m blessed to be the one she chose. This session will always be a reminder of what I was put on this earth to do, and that is to take photographs that people will remember for the rest of their life. With her permission I share her story.
It’s 3:26 a.m. The 5th of April, 2012. 3 days from Easter, and in 8 hours I’ll be entering the operating room of the Menlo Park Surgical Center to have my left breast removed. 43 days, from the start of Lent, on Ash Wednesday (February 22nd) to this day, since I’ve been told that I had mucinous carcinoma of the breast. Ash Wednesday to Holy Thursday.
Should I find some significance? Knowing me, I seek some a Holy connection to find some sense why I find myself battling cancer again for the 2nd time.
Summer of 1997, after 18 months of congestion, sinus blockage and a blocked Eustachian tube, I’m diagnosed with Stage 2 nasal pharynx cancer. You know it’s not a common cancer when you need to be explained where that is exactly. After 7½ weeks of radiation and 6 cycles of chemo…oh, and add losing 60 lbs., struggling to keep awake at my sister Gina’s wedding after a rough night of no sleep, throwing up 5 times to eventual dry heaves….eventually I made through—weaken but lighter.
I remember my shrunken deflated breasts and how, laying in bed, I took long strips of Scotch tape to temporarily hold them up. My sad breasts.
I’ve always had a challenging relationship with my breasts. From the age of 8 when they first started to swell to 40 years later to 40 DD. Like some pubescents, I was embarrassed by them. I was shy and resentful for their defiance to seek attention. I covered them with baggy sweaters and parkas in warm classrooms. Even through my 20s, It was only on special occasions—dancing with my girlfriends on a Friday night or on a rare date, that I truly appreciated them.
But I learned to be proud of them, take light of them, “Oh, my God, are those Real?!” comments become one of hilarity and compliment
Oh, right, the religious significance. About a year or so before my 1st cancer, I had a vivid dream of walking up a nondescript ramp-like, corridor. And as I made my way up the winding, seemingly endless path I pushed open a fairly large hospital-type door where I found an elderly frail man prone on an operating table. Long hair, white, with a just as long beard on one end of the table and at the other end his feet protruding out of a long white gown. And as I approached him, drawn to him by some purpose, without words I placed his withered feet to my bosom and embraced them. Healing them. And it’s at this moment that I recognize Him—Jesus. He, without words, instructs me to return and I run. Run back down the long corridor and outside. Running. A year or so after that dream I sought significance in THAT dream. I knew I would make it out of the cancer of 1997.
I didn’t have a dream before this cancer. It was found during an annual mammogram. You couldn’t even feel it. At 9 mm it was barely the size of the point of a Sharpie pen on paper. It’s in front of my heart. Where I hold my hand for the Pledge of Allegiance. Where I cradle a baby in my arms, where it rests its head. Where some babies confusingly try to suckle, where one little kitty tried to suckle. Where I cuddle preschoolers in my arms after story time. Where I love… My family. My husband. Where I envelop people to my comforting bosomed embrace.
Just when, in the past five years I’d begun to flatter them in complimenting frames of wardrobe and womanhood. Now, you know why it’s hard to let go even to 1 of my Twins, to Wallace or to Gromit (my husband’s pet names for them). To my Girls
I’ll miss MY breast for it’s brought me pleasure, comfort but I want to find more comfort in my decision, to better my chances (even for just 3%) that the cancer will not return. I will sacrifice to not pay the ultimate sacrifice.
I knew I wanted some photos taken before surgery. I wanted to capture images of my left breast before it was GONE. It wasn’t enough to take shots with a point and shot digital. So, I asked my cousin, Ashton, if he would take some professional portraits of me. I’ve been continually impressed by his work and so proud of him. He was able to fit me in his schedule the next day.
The Photo Shoot:
Ask anyone. The last time I glammed up was probably my wedding in 2003. I normally don’t wear make-up, or fuss with my hair. But I wanted the photos to be stunning, or at least as stunning as you can get a 48 year-old woman, Type-2 diabetic, high-cholesteroled woman who just found out she has breast cancer.
My sister, Amy, agreed to have the shoot at her house. In the car, she asked if she could be my Fluffer. I told her I didn’t think she meant to say that and told her the definition of a Fluffer. Okay! It was steadily raining, in fact for most of the day, so it wasn’t easy trying to keep my styled hair and fresh make-up from getting ruin.
Awkward at first. I thought I would be fine but luckily Amy was there to ease some of my nerves. She helped Ashton set up her living room. Soon, after a few sips of wine to calm my nerves, the shoot became less about something serious and more fun. Both Ashton and I made use of Amy’s help. “Fluffer, will you adjust her scarf?” “More wine, Fluffer!” Never before did I feel even slightly glamorous or sexy, at least for the camera. I hated getting my pictures taken. I rarely take good pictures (of course, my wedding was an exception). Pouty lips, seductive poses. I played to the camera. Never a point did I take it too seriously. Although I drew the line at a wet t-shirt shot.
My intention of the portraits was to keep the images of the before me, the “before mastectomy” me. I agreed to share some more subtle shots with Portraits Without Borders along with my story. If it gives inspiration to others the better.
Mary Ann Thomas
Jessica, and I recently had the incredible honor to do a photo shoot for a courageous young 17 year old named Shelby Miguel. Shelby’s struggle began after her 4th birth day, Shelby was diagnosed with an aggressive form of blood cancer known as Burkitts Lymphoma.
Shelby at age 4
She underwent chemotherapy at UCSF and she lived in UCSF’s 7-Long with her parents for six months. She struggled with multiple surgeries, nausea, seizures, dozens of spinal taps, daily shots to her leg, and the loss of her hair. To keep her spirits up, Shelby watched a lot of Disney movies from her hospital bed and started to sing along with her favorite Disney princesses. Singing became her coping mechanism. She may have lost her hair from chemo, but she found her voice. And she has not stopped singing since. Shelby feels blessed to be part of Music Is Good Medicine, where she can give back to the place that gave her a second chance at life
Fast forward 13 years, and she has become the Youth Spokesperson for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, where she helps raise money for cancer research. Shelby is also the Youth Ambassador for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Plus, she is a promising singer. She has sung for every sporting team in the Bay Area (her last was singing the national anthem for a Giants game). Now she’s prepping for an audition for the X Factor, The Voice, and American Idol. She’s got our vote!
On our shoot I asked her to sing a few bars……WOW!!!!!!!!!
If you want to see more from Shelby visit here site
Photos may be worth a 1000 words, but they can’t speak of the emotional journey one takes during their battle with cancer.
We all know someone who has cancer, has battled & triumphantly won, as well as those who fought like hell but their lives were taken all to soon. It’s beyond scary, those 6 little letters. Cancer are the words no one wants to ever hear, but sadly, it’s heard all to often.
My heart has been touched by those stories I have heard, the bravery witnessed & the tears of emotions shared. So imagine taking a photo and seeing the story of perseverance through the eyes of another, to view that person’s journey in the mist of their greatest battle. To capture ones story with a click of a button.
Last year I started The Memories Foundation in honor of my cousin in law, Jessica, and her incredible battle with lymphoma. Through her I was inspired to start the foundation that offers photos, at no charge, to families whose loved ones are battling an illness, and would like to have some beautiful heartfelt photos as cherished memories. Since October is a month of breast cancer awareness and I asked family and friends if they had someone who would like to spend an hour with me and allow me to capture their true inner beauty while battling breast cancer. Through a friend, I met Stefanie.
Adorable in pink, shy under her baseball cap, I saw a beautiful, strong & vivacious woman. She bravely allowed me to capture her newly bald head, which to me is a sure sign of courage. We laughed & cried during her short session, but in the end we formed a bond that I truly cherish. Weeks later, Stefanie shared her emotional journey of how she found out about her cancer, the misdiagnoses, the treatments, the toll it’s taken on her body & family, but also the perseverance of staying strong & getting healthy for her beautiful little girl and husband.
Kathy with her grandkids
Little did I know that just a few months later, my own Mother would enter her own battle with breast cancer. Because of my time spent with Stefanie, I was able to handle the news & choices of my Mom’s own battle with cancer, with a more understanding heart.
Kathy with her kids
I’m proud to share that both Stefanie and my Mom are breast cancer survivors and in full remission. It’s been a long road for them both, however I’m hope, that I in my own way, both behinds the lens of a camera & as a person who cares for their souls, that they continue their lives with the strength and passion and love that they so beautiful share with others.
All my love,
Owner of Jenn Martin Photography www.JennMartinPhotography.com
Founder of The Memories Foundation www.TheMemoriesFoundation.org
I finally arrived in Vegas at 5:30am after an 18 hour bus ride, and no sleep (I thought it was going to be nice adventure at the time…STUPID). After I grabbed a bite to eat I arrived at the Going Pro workshop two hours early. There was no one there, but a guy setting up his projector. To my amazement it was one of the speakers (the other is Scott Bourne) I traveled so far to see, and a man I’ve admired since the beginning of my photography journey. It was Skip Cohen. If you don’t know Skip he’s a writer, and was the former president of Hasselblad, Rangefinder Magazine, and WPPI. After telling him my nightmare travel story he was kind enough to give me his only book Going Pro and signed it! That was worth the travel pains. He also was kind enough to be a guest blogger on PWB.
So often a scene unfolds in front of us and we’re caught without a camera. So, what do you do? You can’t just walk away. The only thing you can shoot is a neurochrome. Neurochromes are pure memories occupying every little corner of your brain. They’re permanent memory “chips” not affected by any manufacturer. They have unlimited capacity. They’re never on back-order and they’re always free. You’ve got unlimited inventory, but you have to stay alert or, just like a wedding photographer who’s not paying attention, you’ll miss the moment.
Image by Cantrell Portrait Design
I spent three days with my folks last week. They’re in their eighties and my mother has fairly advanced Alzheimer’s. The moments when the “sun peaks out from behind the clouds” so you can have a conversation, are happening less and less. My mom and dad have been married for almost 64 years and through that entire time, they’ve been each other’s very best friends.
The other night we watched a little TV and like so many previous trips I had fun “tucking them in”. As I shut off the light I noticed they were holding hands. It wasn’t just a couple holding hands, it was my dad saying, “Don’t worry I’m here!” as my mother replied, “I know. If you let go I’m lost!” There were no words spoken between them, they just held hands, smiling and said good night.
No camera, no film – I could only shoot a neurochrome. But the image of the two of them, like a Hollywood scene of a lifeboat on rocky seas, hanging on and supporting each other without a single word ever spoken, left an image for me to cherish. The image was so strong, that in spite of people who will tell me this is an inappropriate post for a photography blog, I wanted to share it with you anyway.
As photographers you’re trained to capture memories. Your entire business model is about seeing those moments your clients might miss. Everything you do with a camera in your hands is about being somebody else’s eyes. It’s an incredible responsibility because neurochromes, while some have been known to stay vivid forever, most eventually fade. However, as photographers your images don’t need to disappear as long as you never compromise on the quality and effort you put into capturing and producing them.
I’ve got this wonderful vision of dad and mom holding hands and the expressions on both their faces. It’s a neurochrome and only mine to view. Do I wish I had a photograph of them holding hands? Absolutely, but there isn’t a camera on the planet that could have captured what I witnessed!
You can follow Skip Cohen at Skips Photo Network.