It was a wonderful and wild weekend at the Kansas Professional Photographers Association’s (KPPA) annual winter conference this weekend. I unexpectedly came home with some heavy glass and a bit of ribbon that said I did awesome with my Illustrative piece called Scattered Showers with a Chance of Flowers.
Here are the separate pieces for this image which I photographed and Photoshopped and brought together.
Here is my Steampunk model/son-in-law TJ yawning because my daughter blessed him with new daughter, Quinn, in August and we were at the studio taking newborn portraits.
Creating something weird and wonderful is a step out of my usual forte. I’m the kid in the class who does the project exactly as the teacher specified so I can get the A+. It wasn’t until I was in a college graphics design course that I realized that I was the loser with this attitude. Next to me was the kid who didn’t care what the project was because he had a better idea. He was the real winner in the creative world with his C-. (Learning Secret #205: the teacher doesn’t know everything. You can learn a lot about art from the oddly-dressed student next to you.)
Last September, I thought I’d try and see what Steampunk in a sunflower field would look like. With a $50 investment in props and a willing model, I thought I’d try. The field was mud from a day of rain so we were wet, filthy and exhausted by nightfall. I dragged my muddied equipment home and dropped it just inside the studio door where it was promptly removed in the night by a thief who thought to try and see if there was anything worth snagging in an unlocked business. Just enough value to be under the insurance deductible. Go figure.
I wanted to curl up and cry and shake my fist at the world, but there was no time. So I took my hard-earned profits from sunflower field family sessions and replaced it and jumped into fall senior sessions and fairies.
Competition was coming, but it always seemed far enough ahead that I’d have time to chew over things and settle into feeling confident about my submissions. Suddenly, our digital files were due by midnight and I wasn’t ready.
KPPA is an amazing organization with very talented professional photographers who are committed to helping their fellow Kansans reach higher in their creativity and succeed in business more than they ever could have imagined (KPPA: click here for more info). I was emailing, texting, Facebook messaging and calling fellow members and mentors on Super Bowl Sunday to ask critical questions like… Sunflower Seeds or No Sunflower Seeds?
So when we sat in the darkened room last Friday for judging and this image was projected on the wall, there were quite a few who knew I was the creator. Then the judging panel from states as far as Florida pointed out this and that and said things like Weird, Wonderful and Monty Python-esque. They scored and a tally was given.
Now friends, this is score is very important. It speaks volumes. If you know me well, then you know that I don’t like numbers. But this number was special. It gives voice for this art work. It shouts out.
“I need to go to Nationals!”“I need to be made into prints because people will want to buy me!”“I came from a confident creative who knew what they were doing!”
But it was just little old me sitting in the dark not breathing. There was a collective gasp from all the ones who were in the know because they’d taken time from their families and the Super Bowl game to give me advice, pounded my back and hugged me. We were a team and with their encouragement I was being lifted up on the shoulders of those whose work I admired. The next day the lights were on at the annual banquet and I was given glass and ribbons, while cheers and a camera flashed as I attempted to appear cool, calm and professional (which I failed miserably in to everyone’s delight).
Thank you everyone for your overwhelming response in Facebook. I love you all.
Here’s a little happy video to enjoy that sings of rain and seeds and God’s goodness.
Johnny Appleseed Song
When I started a blog, I didn’t know what to do with it. Where to go.
It’s 3 a.m. and blog time.
About me from my website: Janene the Photographer.
A snippet about me from real life in 2015. Whirlwind romance of 5 weeks, dream wedding on a hillside under an open blue sky in the Flint Hills in a $20 dress [which was amazing], holding a handful of prairie flowers, making lifetime vows in front of my pastor Dad, with my new best friend-turned husband who decided he didn’t want to be married to me by that very-same afternoon.
Suddenly, I knew more about abandonment, grief, loss and anger than I’d ever wanted or needed to know. Ginormous [is this a word? Who cares? MS Word doesn’t care. My 3 a.m. blog; my word] trust issues grew like Jack’s bean stalk overnight.
The person I was who started life as an extrovert, turned introvert, turned extrovert, now turned introvert again. And I’m a small business owner whose business would pretty much thrive if she would be more open, and funny, and smiley.
Anyhow, back to the subject of my post. My closet. Actually -- his closet turned my closet. An empty place that sucked air out of me every time I walked past it to bed at night. This spot of vast openness in a very tiny, yet wonderful, place where I live and create [upstairs in my photography studio] has become my Tardis/Wardrobe/Stargate.
The great adventure started with the movie The War Room which I watched when I still believed that there was an inkling of a chance that my lost love would return to me. I cleaned that closet out and set up a reading light, sticky note pad, pen, Bible, propped up my wedding photos and started to ask my unseen, all-powerful Father-God and his loving, giving Son Jesus for hope and help. Feeling very small, I was ready for big miracles.
And I really did see miracles happen. For everyone else. Their jobs, griefs, fears, pain and even broken marriages were healed when I prayed. All their sticky notes of prayer requests on the wall were brought down again because they got answers. All those notes for my sad little marriage remained.
One morning [3 a.m. – surprise!] I woke up, opened my prayer closet and took down all the wedding photos and walked them outside to the trash can. There wasn’t any anger or grief; only the cold, hard, factual knowledge that it was finished.
The prayer closet was abandoned after that. Just another loss in a string of painful losses.
Then I went to an Encounter the Cross retreat for women. Dragging my bedding and barely beating heart, I went back to those Flint Hills under the vast blue sky and boarded a bus with a bunch of strangers. [If you find the courage and need a little electro-shock to jump start you back into fully living life, I recommend this weekend. Click here: Encounter the Cross. If you don’t find the courage, find me because I’ll be attending again as a server and can be your smiley face in a sea of strangers].
There, I laid down my disappointments and fears and found forgiveness and healing. You don’t realize how heavy a dead marriage is until you let it go [future cross stitch pillow]. I was encouraged to start journaling and praying again. When I returned home, I cleaned out that closet for a second time. Sticky notes were abandoned and journaling started. It was all about other people now. They all got answers when I prayed, so I would commit myself to helping others. I would be the secret, saintly Mother Theresa of the Prayer Closet.
That lasted about a month.
Then last fall I met a wonderful, new guy friend, who challenged me to take my belief that Prayers for Myself Don’t Get Answered to the closet. So I did. The closet was cleaned out for a third time and replenished with supplies [tissues].
Guess what folks! Prayers for me do get answered! There are mind-blowing miracles waiting for me to just ask. I went from journaling numerous different prayer notes on a page to giving each person or concern an entire page. Now I’m walking through the day looking for where and when I’ll hear some answer to a prayer. I’m watching/listening for new requests to start a fresh page.
Why do I share about my prayer closet today? I went to sleep last night listening to a recording of our nation’s national prayer breakfast and felt a glimmer of hope [National Prayer Breakfast]. We’ve been through a lot in the past year. I’m probably even going to need to splurge on a second prayer journal soon. But the God who hears us when we pray, but doesn’t always give us the answers we want to hear, is mighty and able to do exceedingly above what we could ever think to ask. Carve out time in your busy life to pray for our nation, our leaders, your family and friends and even leave a page or two for yourself in that journal you are keeping. If your life is as full of crazy bumps, turns and stomach-flipping drops like mine -- you will need it.
Big decisions are made in the little ones.
This is a truth that has really struck home in the past week.
Here is a photo that was taken at a garage sale of a clock I was considering to buy. I love the 1950’s atomic era décor. It was authentic, it worked, it was $10. I had $15 and had just started my search for treasures that day. I imagined a crazy, creative photography studio where it would hang center stage as a reminder of what I wanted to become. The garage sale host saw that I was wavering and had me sit down to take a cell phone pic to seal the deal. I bought it and put it in the bottom of the closet where it rested for a couple years. I’d pull it out every so often, plug it in and wonder if it would fit somewhere in my home office. It never did, but I couldn’t let it go.
Guess where it hangs today? Right there next to the big screen where I show clients their portraits!
Buying the clock was just one of a thousand little decisions that brought PBJ Studio into existence.
Some of those little (or BIG in looking back) decisions:
Each daily decision I made, brought me closer to the reality of having my own sustainable business.
But having a photography studio isn’t my only life goal. There is the balance of body, mind, spirit and soul to consider. I have to stop and re-evaluate every so often.
Here are my recent life-after-50 goals:
As my life goals, these need to be worked out to become a daily reality. I won't be able to address each one every single day, but in bits and pieces, with a solid plan in mind, I can eventually build them in by the little choices I make.
Three more Truths:
Here are a few of my current weaknesses I’ve identified:
BODY: Do I want to have a strong, healthy body?
Well, I need to make that decision in the snack I choose when I’m on the run between meetings. Maybe I could do a little food prep on Sundays so it’s ready ahead of time. Maybe I could add the Zumba classes to my calendar and schedule meetings around them.
SPIRIT: Do I have a faith that is ready for anything life hurls at me?
I could find an online Bible study that I listen to in the morning as I am getting ready for the day or food prepping. (I found this link to some amazing women who share their Biblical lessons learned: http://ccagwomen2women.com/). I could also save some Bible verses into my phone that I could memorize. I learned quite a few Bible verse songs as a child. Maybe I could sing them when I am driving. I could talk about them when I am chatting with friends or family.
MIND: Do I invest the time to learn so that I can hone my craft (be it photography, writing, gardening, etc.)
Here’s a thought: I could set learning goals. Hmmmmm. Wasn’t there that movie where a mom learned to surf? I don’t need to learn to surf living in Kansas, but I could learn to Salsa which would be fun and strengthen my body too. I could add training videos to my calendar like I do business meetings so could improve my photography, editing sales and business skills. I could be become a Business Ninja!
SOUL: Do I take the time to celebrate?
There is much to celebrate: victories, awards, opportunities, special moments, goals reached. I need to make this a priority so I stay encouraged and motivated to look to the next challenge as a potential victory. I can choose to celebrate mowing the lawn at the studio I dreamed for years of having – even when I don’t enjoy mowing (not even a little bit).
Here’s an oldie, but goodie:
Count your blessings, name them one by one!Count your blessings, see what God has done!Count your blessingsName them one by one!Count your many blessings, see what God has done!
Last night, I signed 13 works of photographic art for a show next Saturday, August 6th, at the Lawrence Public Library to celebrate Breastfeeding Week. My hand shook as I practiced what my artistic signature would be. This mattered. I could destroy what I’d invested weeks making in one clumsy stroke.
My name. Such a struggle.
In the past 3 years, my last name has changed 4 times. What was once considered a permanent part of my identity became fluid through the tragedy of broken marriages.
I had to laugh when someone once joked,
“Hello Janene Snyder-Rothwell-Sipple-Rothwell!”
The local post office workers in our small town just shrug their shoulders and act like they’ve seen it all. I really need to bake them some cookies.
So I dreaded putting my name anywhere because I felt its lack of permanence. Several times I considered following Cher’s footsteps and just being Janene.
My photography mentor told me earlier this year that I needed to start signing all of my printed photographs that were bigger than 11x14. He said that they were my artistic creations and needed to be recognized as such.
I wish I had listened to him sooner.
Last night, I permanently owned 13 works of art that I’d birthed in my heart, planned in my mind, sweated to create and then lost sleep over. My name written 13 times with a finalizing flourish and it felt amazing.
There’s a place in the Bible where it says that God will give us a new name etched on a white stone. I can’t wait to see it. Without a doubt, it’ll be absolutely perfect.
I love Fairy Tales.
As a child, I would hang in the children’s fiction section of the city library and read all the Fairy Tales I could get my hands on. In my dreams, I would take mighty leaps and fly for a time, then descend to the ground in a stomach-flipping fall. At recess, I brought the Fairy Tales to life on the jungle gym and soon had most of the girls in my classes following me to hear the harrowing tales of dragons and princesses in distress. There would be at least 10 girls perched high as possible screaming at the top of their lungs over invisible dangers. My two sisters who shared a room with me, wouldn’t let me go to sleep until I’d invented another chapter in the Fairy Tale series that starred three princesses and the nightly perils they faced.
Now that I’m an adult and running a serious business, I considered getting my head out of the clouds and focusing on some serious, grown-up photography. Then I saw a photographer from Canada doing Fairy portraits and my heart took flight. I knew with complete certainty that I could fly as a Fairy Photographer!!
Check out our Fairy Day Video on YouTube: Click here for Fairy Day Video
When we purchased the studio, I knew that I wanted Fairy Day to be more than just another mini session. I converted the space into a wonderland where they smell fairies, eat fairy food and listen to fairy music. No matter how nervous they are when they enter, there is a sparkle of wonder in each costumed fairy’s eye when she first sees herself in the full-length mirror. It’s that sparkle that says she believes she is beautiful and that she is invincible. In that moment, I know that I’ve succeeded and everything that follows will be magical.
Sample Fairy Day Portrait Straight out of Camera:
After PBJ Studio's Pixie Dust Processing:
Fairy Days are held at PBJ Studio in Eudora three times a year: March, July and November. Reservations are flying off at an astounding rate. We are fully booked a month in advance. I recently invested in a reflective mirror that is portable so we can take the show on the road. Next weekend we are 2 ½ hours away in Council Grove, KS, with Fairy Day. If you would like to consider hosting a Fairy Day event in your area, here is a PDF slideshow to share with families.
Some of my most magical fairy moments:
Come join us with your little fairy and see what all the fuss is about. You won't be disappointed.