Salt River Horses

September 03, 2016  •  Leave a Comment

The past week has been mentally and emotionally draining for me.  I'm a volunteer photographer for Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, and over the past seven days, I completed 5 sessions for families who lost their newborns.  The last one was on Thursday.  I was fine when I explained to the parents how the session would flow, and I was okay when I photographed dad with his son.  Mom was crying off and on during this time.  It was when the maternal grandparents came into the room that I began to cry.  I excused myself, and left the room.  Once I composed myself, I returned to the room. I photographed both sets of grandparents as well as extended family members.  Initially, Mom didn't want any images of her and the baby, but as I was preparing to leave, she changed her mind.  The pure love on her face was beautiful.  

As I was driving home, the tears began to fall.  I was afraid that I wouldn't make it home, but I did.  After these sessions, I usually go into my office to decompress, but that evening, I went to sit beside my husband.  He asked how the session went, and I told him not well.  He held me while I cried some more.

I decided to take a break from these sessions.  I've had at least one session over the last year, and I'm a little burned out.  I knew this weekend that I needed to photograph something totally different, and I thought about the wild horses at the Lower Salt River in Tonto National Forest, Arizona.  I reached out to a fellow photographer, and asked if he was game.  We went to the river this morning, and we were fortunate enough to photograph two different groups of horses.  They were so beautiful and peaceful.  It was just what I needed.


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