Seven is now five months old.
To celebrate five months of wonderjoy (okay, I made that word up), here are previously unshared photos of our baby. I always have a camera ready so when the moment comes, I'm ready to shoot (most often it's the 5D Mark III with the 50mm f/1.2 so I can shoot even in very low light). I've amassed hundreds of shots the past two and a half months, with the idea of sharing my favorites in one big post. Well, here it is.
With Seven, child photography has become my main focus. Haha. Do I miss shooting landscapes? Of course! Do I miss doing travel photography? Yes! Do I miss model shoots? Uh, not really, but I got my model now, and it's my cute kid. =)
I've done child photography before, but nothing feels happier than photographing your own child. It's unrivaled. No kidding, I shed a tear when I worked on these photos - not just because of the giddy delight I got while looking at Seven's many faces, but also because of the strain on my eyes in going through all the photos, from sorting to selecting to processing to uploading, all in one sitting.
But you know what? It's worth it. Here are fifty favorites, for Seven's fifth month.
Let me end this post with a photo and story, worthy of special mention. We've been very blessed with people showering us gifts for Seven - friends, family, even Facebook acquaintances. Please know that we really, really appreciate all the gifts and well-meant gestures. They truly make us happy, knowing our child is loved by other people. We're also very thankful because those gifts have saved us a lot, honestly. I'd say about 60% of Seven's stuff (clothes, toys, accessories, etc.) were given by other people. To cut to the chase, your generosity has made it easier for us in providing for Seven. Deeply-appreciated, never forgotten.
It's in this line of thought that I share you this last photo. One night, on our way home from Manila, I got a call from my aunt (who was with my uncle), telling me to pull over because they saw my car (probably recognized the customized plate). They wanted to give something to Seven : a 7-shaped balloon that they got from a party, one which they kept because they thought of Seven. So there we stopped near an NLEX exit and they handed over the balloon quickly. Yes, it's a simple party balloon - it's now deflated - but it's thoughts like that that we appreciate with whatever gift Seven receives. Very touching. We value even the simple and small items. THANK YOU, from the bottom of our hearts.
And THANK YOU Lord, for giving us Seven. I've lost count how many times Anie and I ask each other (while staring at Seven while he's asleep) if we're happy/thankful for having him. We get the same answer every single time, but we ask the question over and over again because it's unbelievable how blessed we are. We can't be thankful enough.
(Oh, I've often been asked how we make Seven pose. Well, sometimes we do make him pose, in the sense that we fix his hair or hands when it's covering his face, or we make him sit or lie down. But mostly, it's a case of getting his attention so he'd look at the camera. That's the extent of making him "pose". As for the rest, I just get ready to shoot when the moment comes (believe me, kids do things that are naturally cute). I think that's the most important aspect of child photography - capturing THE precious moment. We can dress them up in nice-looking clothes, use colorful and cute toys and props, but no matter what we do, if they're not in the mood or in the "zone", all we'd get are staged photos. As for those really special photographs, candid is the way to go, so the best advice I could give is to BE READY. Be quick with the shutter, be fast in changing the settings. Well, that's based on my own wonderful experience.)
Anyway, curious question : who holds the Guinness record for being the "most photographed kid"? Is Seven close to breaking the record? Haha!
Thanks for looking. =)
Father to Seven. Prefers to be called "Pop" because Daddy is too sosyal, Papa can mean boyfriend / boy-toy or a ketchup, Tatay is too un-sosyal, and Popsie is just three letters too much. I don't like the cola because it's too sweet, but I esteem coach Gregg Popovich because he gets the job done. So Pop it is.