At dawn it was so quiet as if the whole world was collectively holding its breath in anticipation. Despite the curtain of smoke covering Seattle from one body of water to another, another day was about to begin. A wonder.
Not many were up at this time. When it is still dark yet a faint outline of the sun being born is caressing the sky. A gradation so subtle even one blink and you may miss it altogether.
My whole I have considered myself to be anything but a morning person. Yet the more I photograph at sunrise the more inspired I feel to create. It is like a blank page or a clean memory card – a permission to start anew despite previous days’ mistakes.
As I waited for Alissa to arrive, I stared and pondered. How many of us stop to appreciate the small things in life? The steady climb of the sun over the horizon, the wind blowing through yellowing leaves, the delicate pattern on a piece of driftwood on the beach?
How would our life change if we stopped to see, to listen? Would we find more contentment in our lives? Could we appreciate what we have even more?
What would happen if this newfound appreciation spill over to include ourselves, our bodies? Our temples, our shelters, our most reliable way to experience the world to the fullest.
When was the last time you took a look at yourself in the mirror and not just liked, but loved what you saw in the reflection?
My sunrise beach boudoir shoot was a testament to taking notice. To our bodies, to nature, to the hope of finding love for ourselves in the most unexpected places.
Loving ourselves through the process of our own story is the bravest thing we will ever do.
– Brene Brown