One of our friends happens to be a fairly successful freelance photojournalist for the NYT, Time and others. He's very talented and a truly different kind of person.
He documented our journey toward a simpler life for the NYT in 2008, traveled with us in our RV for several weeks and has become one of our best friends.
Last night he asked if he could be present to photograph the birth of our third baby; my first UC.
I'm torn.
The idea seems to go against the romantic, sensual, solitary feeling of UC, but I can't seem to help but feel that if I say no that I might miss out on a truly, exceptionally beautiful gift for myself and this baby. We're talking professional quality beauty, captured by a person who's job and passion it is to relay the beauty of even the most ugly moments.
I feel like I can't make a decision. I worry both that it will inhibit me and also that I could regret saying no. In truth, it is nothing more than lacking physical self confidence that makes me feel uncomfortable.
Thoughts?
He documented our journey toward a simpler life for the NYT in 2008, traveled with us in our RV for several weeks and has become one of our best friends.
Last night he asked if he could be present to photograph the birth of our third baby; my first UC.
I'm torn.
The idea seems to go against the romantic, sensual, solitary feeling of UC, but I can't seem to help but feel that if I say no that I might miss out on a truly, exceptionally beautiful gift for myself and this baby. We're talking professional quality beauty, captured by a person who's job and passion it is to relay the beauty of even the most ugly moments.
I feel like I can't make a decision. I worry both that it will inhibit me and also that I could regret saying no. In truth, it is nothing more than lacking physical self confidence that makes me feel uncomfortable.
Thoughts?










