My Prolific Portfolio

Seemingly insignificant moments can produce some of the best photography, in my opinion. Take Keller's profile, for instance:

I took this picture late last night, just hanging around on the couch, while watching Israel create boy-neuron paths in Keller's brain. [You know the ones of which I speak. The neuron paths created by testosterone, that cause little boys to be little boys, made of snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails . . .] When I uploaded it, I was very pleased, as, to my knowledge, I had not yet taken a profile picture of my youngest offspring.

I immediately wanted to blog about Keller's profile: how it still reveals, intact, the imagery of his father as seen on the 4-D ultrasound I received late-term in my pregnancy; about how I love how his smile lifts up his otherwise lean cheeks and turns them into puffalumps of delicious baby glee.

And about those ears. [Just look at them, will you? They are so delightful ~ I wish I knew what gene-pool created them.]

All that thought about blogging took me to word-useage. As you are well aware, I love words, and I very rarely am at a loss for a catchy title or phrase to disclose the content of a post. Today, I really wanted to use the word 'prolific'. I was having unusual difficulty, however, producing an alliteration, or any other distinctive descriptor.

I decided to aid my failing skills by looking up the word. To my utter amazement, I found I had watered it down in my mind to mean, 'brought forward' or 'to show importance to (something)'. When I read the definition, I couldn't help but be amused! Here is the proper definition:

pro·lif·ic (pr-lfk) adj.
1. Producing offspring or fruit in great abundance; fertile.
2. Producing abundant works or results: a prolific artist. See Synonyms at fertile

Well, now I am laughing abundantly, because, at five children and counting, and one grandson in tow, I can attest to the fact that indeed, I am a prolific kinda gal! Ha!Ha!

With that realization comes the note that I will never again think to myself "Get a life. Folks are tired of hearing about and seeing pictures of all your kids. Reading about your latest kid adventure has got to be boring for the blogosphere at large."

Nope.

While I do wish to one day be able to leave my house again without a chest parasite [said with great love, mind you] attached, I relinquish the momentary priviledge for a task of far greater importance than any other task or endeavor that I could aspire to. The raising of Godly offspring. Yessiree.

The knowledge and revelation that these little people (and some big ones, too) are the best investment grounds in today's economy makes every photograph all the more precious. For surely, the day will come when I will turn, and look, and find in the stead of a wee babe a grown person.

Let the flashbulb momentarily blind; let the shenanigans flow; let the tears be shed. I've babies to raise and pictures to take and love to share and minds to develop.

My life is good.
My life is a portfolio to share.
My life is decidedly profilic.