hello there-
I am Jessica Ross, a portrait photographer working in Denver, Colorado.
Through my photography I try to find the joy and honesty in everyday events, capture emotions, document relationships and showcase personality.
On this blogsite I will share recent client work, my thoughts, and my family.
As the saying goes...art comes from your heart. All of these things are what make up mine. It only makes sense for them to be all in one place, thus the blogsite was born.
-Jessica Ross
I know it is only January , but enough with the cold already.
My kids are dying for some outdoor activity.
We tried going out this afternoon, but quickly changed our minds.
I need the fresh air for my sanity, so do my kids.
But when it is so cold the fresh air actually makes you gasp, that is no good either.
Beauty’s adopted a Punky Brewster/ Blossom style of 80’s dressing.
Every outfit consists of three layers: a top, a ruffled skirt and leggings.
There is only one color in Beauty’s world and it is Pink Hot!
I am dying to make her on of those She’s Out of Control (that late 80’s movie with Tony Danza as the dad) skirts…. the one where you cut off the legs to your jeans and sew layers of ruffles to the bottom to make a skirt.
Totally awesome 80’s chic, I had one my mom made from white jeans, I loved that thing.
My son has reached that phase that all boys get to…the one where they are never full.
I am amazed at how much he eats, all day every day now.
I find wrappers and empty boxes all over the place and can follow them like a trail to wherever he is.
We went through 4 …yes 4 bunches of bananas this week!
While he was eating his dad’s Saturday morning pancakes, something caught my eye…..
His pjs, oh my they are now capri pants! No man should ever wear capri pants (or jean shorts) in my opinion.
I am glad we were home, I would die if anyone else saw this!
But I guess the mystery was solved, he must have grown like 2 inches lately!
That’s why he needed all that food, he was busy growing at night in his pj’s.
I love the band aids, perfectly imperfect!
I was talking to my best friend on the phone yesterday and we had a really good talk.
We talked about our kids, how we were struggling with them, how each have different quirks and ideas of how to deal with them ….how what they really crave is our time.
My little Beauty is an independent girl, she only does things if she thinks it was her idea. That’s tough to parent sometimes.
The flip side is that she will play by herself and keep “busy” with out the dreaded “I’m bored” complaint.
Since I am starting my own photography business from scratch here at the house, I tend to take advantage of that fact.
A whole afternoon can go by where she has been playing and there was little interaction between us.
I feel guilty, I gave my son more of my time…he demanded it. I also didn’t have to work…..but that was another life.
Yesterday I signed Beauty up for Kindergarten.
Part of me thought, yes I’ll get so much done!
Then I realized, this is it…she is almost gone. Our quiet time together with her brother at school is coming to a close and I am missing it!
So yesterday, I turned off the computer and it was all about her. We finger painted, we played outside with friends, we listened to music.
It was great.
I am going to make these last few months with Beauty home count!
I decided as one of my New Year’s resolutions to be in more pictures.
I know I mentioned it before, but when I look through family pictures someone is missing. And it is Me.
I take the pictures and it looks like they are having all the fun, but I am there too.
Today I coerced my son when he came home from school to take a picture with me….Beauty was having none of it.
Not too bad, for a quick shot using my handy dandy remote…hopefully there will be more to come.
It was FREEZING here today.
My kids were bundled up even in the house with the heat running.
My little Beauty had a fuzzy scarf wrapped around her head.
When the last bit of warm sun came through our front door window, I grabbed my camera.
My son is so funny.
He is wild, LOUD, and very tactile. He has to touch everything and everyone!
This gets him in to trouble, but is also the trait that makes him not think twice about to giving me a kiss or a hug in front of his buddies.
He is so very caring and thoughtful too.
The other night when we were eating dinner I made something new. I watched as he took a bite and he made a little face.
“What’s wrong, don’t you like it,” I ask…he is quiet for a minute and doesn’t really say yes or no but instead looking at me and reading the expression on my face (he can tell I want him to like it) he says this:
“Thank you for making dinner for us every night, so we can be healthy. Thank you for buying the clothes we like. You always get the toys we like at the store too. You are a special mom and no one is the same as you,”
I swear on all that I am, that is what came out of his mouth!
The words every mother longs to hear, I almost cried right there.
Sensitive boys/men come in all packages. I am sure many people who have spent time with my son as he is yelling and wrestling with every boy insight, would be shocked to hear this.
But I know my sweet sensitive son, and I know this is how he really thinks even if others don’t always see it on the outside.
I just wished I had a secret nanny cam going!
I struggle with taking pictures at night.
Grain/noise is my enemy and flash seems take the softness out of my pictures.
As I put my daughter to bed I brought my camera, pushing myself to take a night time photo.
Here she is snuggled up on her pillow and I love the grain in this case.
I love her!
