SKYE HATTEN PHOTOGRAPHY: {Let’s shoot…shall we?}

Hello dear friends.

A little story to get this post started…

Imagine…me entering the seventh grade.  I didn’t wear a whole lot of make-up.  I had a perm in my hair…which, even now, I think looked pretty dang good.  I was rather height-deprived and a bit on the chubby side…and I fancied my favorite Hypercolor t-shirt and jeans. This was a special year. Because, you see, this is the year of finally getting to experience “lockers” and moving from class to class for each of our subjects. While I had a “boyfriend” not long after my seventh grade year, I really wasn’t interested in boys. It was really a formality, I think, as my only memories are of me throwing him down on the playground just because it was kind of funny that I could…and also a memory of him giving me a fully authentic cubic zirconia necklace for Valentine’s Day, of which the following response so smoothly left my face: “Is it real?” And to which he said, “Oh yes!” Because, you know, the average annual income of a seventh grade boy in 1991 was an astonishing NEGATIVE $4,983.

At the grand ol’ age of 12, I was quite interested in a variety of activities. I enjoyed sports, being with my friends, reading books from the scholastic book order…and I loved art. I adored art. I used to draw ENDLESSLY. So, naturally, when prompted for my request for an elective class that seventh grade year, I chose “Art.”

When that first day arrived, I was handed a slip of paper with my schedule printed upon it. Looking down the list, I had indeed been placed in “Seventh Grade Art.” The first day, we were provided a project to draw an image based upon a photograph. Nearly forty minutes into this class and well into my drawing, the principal of my school walked into my classroom, prompted me to leave with her, and told me I was not going to be able to take “Seventh Grade Art” because not enough students requested the “Wood Shop” class as their elective. I was now a student in Seventh Grade Wood Shop. And I was a seventh grader who didn’t argue.  In Wood Shop, I learned how to operate a planer, a table saw, and how to work with leather. I was a pear-shading master.

When elective requests landed in my lap for my eighth grade year, I, again, requested Art.  And again, when handed my schedule, the words “Eighth Grade Art” filled in the elective box. And again, during the first day of Art, I was prompted out of the classroom by the principal of our school. She again asked me to fill a spot in the Wood Shop class due to the fact that student numbers were rather low in that class. NOW, with a bit of sadness, I reluctantly walked into the Wood Shop room again. And that particular year, I made a leather belt with an off-center name “Vern” (for my Grandpa) stamped into the back. While I still remember dampening the leather, stamping with my tools, and working the table saw, these moments will forever go down as the timeframe “Art” just didn’t happen for me.

I tell you this story to set the stage for the following statement:

THIS WAS THE LONGEST WINTER EVER AND I’M LOSING MY MIND!

Creativity has been my oxygen for as long as I can remember.  Stints of time without it leaves me stirring and dancing with hints of craziness.  Enter the present.

Cabin Fever.

Wait…Mom-Van Fever.

Ugh.

Sanity is in jeopardy.

Creative outlet is calling.  Loudly.

I typically take the first months of the year off from photography to settle my mind and be inspired…but my mind is now over-settled and I’m ready to roll.

Let’s get this year started, shall we?  Books are open and I’m ready to shoot.  Who’s in? 

A few tidbits of information:

  • I’m still taking on a limited number of sessions each month so that I may maximize my time and attention to each individual photo experience.  Spots continue to fill up fast each year so I always recommend touching base early to reserve your session.
  • If you’re looking at booking in the next month, I have a serious craving for some genuine in-home photo sessions. Letting you in on a little secret – for a gazillion reasons, they are my absolute favorite. They steal my heart each and every time. Want to see why?

  • The months of September and October always fill the fastest.  They just do.  It’s just a pretty time in Montana and yes, those particular colors only last so long.

  • The months of May-July are absolutely incredible for greenery, mountain meadows, and wild flowers.

As always, continued gratitude for YOU…the ones who feed my soul. Without you in front of my camera, I whither away.  Cheers to each of you and cheers to the Spring weather upon us.

Let’s make some magic this year.  Shall we?

 

Darbi Linder - Hi honey. It’s been 8 years since we toted the wagon up Holter street for a Linder family photo shoot. Do you have spaces left for a family who still owns their hypercolor tees? You should see Libby’s wood shop CO2 car! They don’t even offer 8th grade art anymore.

SKYE HATTEN PHOTOGRAPHY: {BIRCHTREE NO. 15…}

This Birchtree post is a very special one for me as both of my children spent their preschool days at this montessori and there really ARE no words that can properly describe the magic that takes place within the walls of this building. So tickled to share their story on The Birchtree Project. The reason for the magic is impeccably evident by their words.

“I believe it truly does take a village to raise a child, and my village is SO beautiful. Daily, I witness the selfless nurturing of children in a way I hope every child could experience. These ladies give of themselves so completely moment after moment, and I am privileged to spend time working with and learning from them. I never cease to be amazed by their strength and knowledge. We work together as co-workers, but somewhere along the way, our work relationships have transformed into some of my most precious friendships. We have laughed and cried together, celebrated and mourned. There is something special that happens when women gather. The power that is created when a group of women work together for the greater good is unstoppable, and our team is proof of that.  Our individual abilities complement one another, creating potential unlike any other I have witnessed. We come together to teach children, to help them learn about the world we live in, and we learn about ourselves in the process. I am SO humbled to be a part of this group of women, so grateful for our daily interactions. This has been a season of my life that has changed me for the better in more ways than I can name, and I am honored by the ability to call these incredible women my friends. Knowing that the foundation of our bonds is strong, I look forward to seeing where the future takes us, and I find comfort in the knowledge that wherever we go, we will always have the unconditional support of one another. Thanks, ladies of Mountainside, for the extraordinary gift of your friendship. I love you all.”
~~Erin

“Imagine if you walked into work each day knowing that you’d have unconditional support and encouragement. That you would grow professionally each day by observing your peers. That your work environment honored collaboration, honesty, and integrity. That everyone shared the same goal of nurturing the growth and individuality of each child.

This is my reality.

Some of us refer to Mountainside Montessori as Shangri-la – not because it’s a perfect place, but because of the richness of its cohesive environment and the relationships that it honors. I work alongside a phenomenally talented group of educators who inspire me, challenge me, and embrace me. I’m grateful each day that I walk through the doors of Mountainside and see these women’s faces, knowing that we are all striving together as educators. But these are also the faces of my dear, dear friends. It’s Shangri-la.”
~~Kristin

“I joined Mountainside Montessori in the fall of 2013, just a few months after Erin had begun her new roll as directress and owner. I can’t adequately describe how meaningful that year was, but as life would have it, I moved elsewhere to complete requirements for graduate school. This past spring Erin let me know that her dream of expanding the school was coming to fruition. I was humbled by her wish to have me lead the new infant/toddler program.

I couldn’t be more grateful to be back in this environment, with this unbelievable group of women, spending our days with some truly wonderful little beings! I’m often brought to tears by these ladies – both from their genuine love and support, and from the heartfelt laughter we inspire in one another. I am continually in awe of the passion with which these women live their lives, the compassion they share in abundance, and the unique ways they make this school such a special place for these children to grow. These ladies are fiery, funny, intelligent, warm, gentle, talented individuals. Without them, Mountainside wouldn’t be the same. I’m energized by our connection and by their commitment to creating a space where each child is honored, encouraged, and appreciated.

It’s overwhelming to see how the children flourish emotionally and intellectually when they are treated with the utmost respect and their curiosity is encouraged daily! I’ve learned so much from these kiddos and their families and never forget how fortunate I am to be a part of this.”
~~Laura

“Four years ago, these inspiring women at Mountainside began as my son’s teachers and they have now become my colleagues and friends. Their commitment to honoring the beauty and individuality of each child has inspired and molded me as both a mother and educator. I know the meaning of love from the greetings they give in the mornings and the good-bye hugs or high fives that each child receives at the end of the day. I’ve learned about passion by observing lessons that ignite the children’s imagination. I’ve also witnessed the beauty that is created when a community commits to a common goal. To these women, thank you for your love and dedication to children and their educational journeys.”
~~Joslyn

“As a Montessori pre-school teacher for over ten years, I reflect on the sweet and tender-tinies and the gift I’ve been given to be apart of these most important years.  Together we’ve learned, explored, helped, shared, cried and oh did we laugh, laugh, laugh!! I now am 2 weeks from delivering my first, my own tender tiny and will leave this school, this place of happiness and joy. So as I say goodbye, it is also to my dear friends and colleagues that I will deeply miss for together we also learned, explored, helped, shared, cried and Heaven knows we laughed, laughed and laughed with one another!

Our great teacher, Maria Montessori said~ “Joy, feeling ones own value, being appreciated and loved by others, feeling useful and capable of production are all factors of enormous value for the human soul.”  So I thank these women, these lifelong friends who have uplifted me to feel valued, appreciated, loved, useful and oh so capable to nurture, love and teach children.”
~~Harmony

Meghan Schulte - We love this school, primarily because of the amazing group of women who have lead our children through toddler-hood to preschool age and readied them for elementary. We couldn’t have asked for a better bunch and are SO excited our littlest one will be joining them soon (hopefully!!).

SKYE HATTEN PHOTOGRAPHY: {ridiculously sweet…}

YOU know what I’m talking about when I say that some people just exude warmth and love.

They draw out the very best in others and always prompt a smile from those that surround them.

It’s within them.

Their definition.

Their gift.

How lucky are we when we cross paths with those who offer this gift.

I kinda like this family…

SKYE HATTEN PHOTOGRAPHY: {The day I ran into Oprah Winfrey…}

While it feels like it wasn’t so very long ago…counting the years on my fingers and toes and now apparently starting in on my knuckles, clearly, it is evident that it has indeed been quite some time that I’ve been a fan of a now retired talk show host out of Chicago, Illinois.  I closely followed her throughout high school, groupie-like in college, through to her last aired show in 2011, and now on her “OWN” network.  Along with, surely, a gazillion others, I have adored Oprah Winfrey.  In years past, I did attempt to acquire tickets to her show, my stars just never aligning to allow this endeavor to transpire.  Although my therapist has provided little sympathy, my life has managed to continue on as normal (ish).

Last fall, Oprah put together an event called SuperSoul Sessions, which was promoted as “11 life-transforming talks from spiritual thought leaders, change makers and wisdom teachers.”  This event was basically a series of TED-talks by some of Oprah’s favorite and most inspiring speakers brought together under the one roof of Royce Hall nestled in the middle of the UCLA campus.  Elizabeth Gilbert and Brene Brown (ummmmm, yes, those who know me know I adore Brene Brown) were among the list of influential speakers that spoke at this event. The videos of each presented talk can be found here if you’re interested in taking a listen.

Only a couple months ago, I noticed that a second series of SuperSoul Sessions were scheduled and I opted to include my name on a presale notification list.  Upon receipt of an email, and only a few short minutes later, I received confirmation that I had indeed purchased two tickets to Oprah’s SuperSoul Sessions, Series 2.  I continue to relay to Mr. Hatten that I’m unaware of the logistics in HOW this happened.  The “Add to Cart” button actually did a little hop under my cursor arrow as opposed to the alternative.  Tricky. Little. Bugger.  Regardless, I had two tickets and nothing on my calendar for April 9, 2016, soooooo, you know.  Why not?  And for good measure, let’s go ahead and make it an abbreviated family vacation.  As for my extra ticket???  Let’s make this a mother-daughter adventure.  Boom.  Done.  Finally…Oprah Winfrey and I are one step closer to being besties.  Just Oprah and Gayle and me… (sigh).

Because this was a family adventure to the Sunshine State, we opted to stay in Anaheim for obvious (i.e. mouse) reasons.  At 6:30 AM on our special day, Little Miss and I took the rental car to the freeway and began our trek.  While I know that she probably didn’t grasp what I can describe as the magnitude of the opportunity we were so lucky to be a part of, I do think one day she’ll look back on it fondly.  She landed a cold virus only the day before and minimal rest had her weary but she played along like the most steadfast trouper.  Sandwiched between Bel Air and Beverly Hills, two Montana girls landed on the stunning campus of the University of California, Los Angeles, on an overcast and rainy, yet beautiful day, to see Ms. Oprah Winfrey herself, among a few of her good friends.  Upon a brief security check and receipt of our program and fancy “SoulSessions” bracelet, Little Miss and I began to make our way to our seats.  A few short steps in, we realized we were being followed by two handsome men.  With a hop in my step and a few words dancing in my noggin (“I. Still. Got. It.”), we paused and turned around slightly to let them pass.  Only they didn’t pass…they paused when we paused, and walked when we walked, camera gear and get-up capturing our entire journey to our seats.  To which we sat in, and glanced at each other with goofy, snickering grins as our little friends with the camera contraptions walked away.

My soon-to-be best friend stepped on the stage shortly after 9:00 AM in front of an audience of what I could gather 98% women and 2% men that found the courage to be the 2%.  Little Miss and I sat together and listened to a golden list of authors, actors, and inspirational speakers. Among this list, Cheryl Strayed, author of the best selling book, the memoir Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, Kris Carr, Marie Forleo, India.Arie, Kerry Washington, and of course, Oprah.  Following a charming lunch under a tent in the rain, we each found in our seats a fun surprise, a TOMS backpack filled with goodies.

The day was special.  And meaningful.  And an event I won’t forget.  Special and meaningful, why? Turns out, not because I was able to put a check-mark by a long-standing bucket list item.  Not because I was able to listen to a handful of today’s most influential speakers.  Nope.  This day was so very memorable because I was able to have my little girl next to me sharing in a day in which provided a heap of positive messages, one CONSISTENT message of encouragement to simply “be oneself.”  And if there is any message that she cannot possibly hear enough, it’s that one.  Of course in my eyes, she is perfect just as she is…but my hope for her is that she can embrace all that she is and know that she is enough.  Enough in every way.  She will have ups and she will have downs but my wish is that her spirit will always soar, the light within her not be dimmed, and that she will not reserve an ounce of the gifts she has to offer during any almighty battle against fear that she may face.  Fear of failure.  Fear of judgment.  And yes, sometimes even fear of success.

To her, I would say…

Shine.
Be you.
Always, simply…
…be you.

And of course, as Cinderella said it best…

Have courage and be kind.

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My lively passenger on the way…


Our paparazzi…

Lunch!

My BFF on stage…

My lively passenger on our way back…

Just us. (And that shirt!)

 

 

SKYE HATTEN PHOTOGRAPHY: {A breath of fresh air…}

Sometimes I forget why I shoot…sometimes I forget because I just do.  Crowded thoughts, running a schedule, daily distractions.  Sometimes, we all forget why we have those little passions.  But when those crazy and sometimes gray moments pass, we often get surprised by a subtle reminder.  I was reminded the other day.  I sure love to watch a family be a family.  And I sure love to share.