I think these photos by Florida photographer Emily Robinson are so inspired. I love the idea of seeing beauty in the things around us. Even if it’s just a parking lot on route to buying some diapers.
“My inspiration for this “session?”
A rare moment of unaccounted for time, a vacant lot that is walking distance to my house, and a plain ‘ol Target brand diaper. My props? A bag of goldfish crackers and some Dora shoes. Her styling? Some messy piggies and a few bruises and scrapes.
Maddie is now 2 years and a couple of months. The potty chair is out in the bathroom. We aren’t doing full bore training yet, but it’s happening. Her legs are dangling off the changing table. She’s speaking full, nearly discernible sentences. When she can say “Mommy, I have a stink bomb,” it’s probably time to get serious about the pull-up trainers.
And because she’s my second child, and 99-percent certainly my last child, I’m nostalgic about the loss of diapers suddenly. Yes, you heard me correctly. Not so much that I enjoy the 15-wipe, gag-inducing messes. But I will miss the look of her toddler body and her little belly and the shape of her in a plain diaper.
So in an impromptu moment on a Friday evening, I drove one street from my house, stripped her down to her polka-dot diapered bum, and encouraged her to run free in a big place that dead-ends to the highway.
I love all of these images so much. So much my heart aches. There is one shot that makes the tears come to the surface. Kudos to you if you can figure out which one…”
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I love everything about this, because it’s exactly how I take photos myself: completely randomly, with nakedness and diapers mixed in, maybe a parking lot. And a highway! And Target! I love the whole take.
My favorite shot is definitely the first one. It’s an urban stamp of a mother and her daughter, etched in asphalt by the summer sun. It’s a self-portrait of a mother holding her daughter’s hand, leading her in safety to the next step, the next stage of growth in her life. And here, it’s potty training. Not glamorous, but definitely essential.