Business Direction

I've been thinking about which direction to take my business, and I admit that I am not positive right now. I know I can't live without taking pictures. I also know my time is extremely limited. So I am keeping the door open, even if only slightly, for business. If it happens to fit in my schedule, I am glad to be your photographer. Always feel free to contact me, and we can most likely work something out, or I can make recommendations. Of course, my mom and I will continue to make and sell photo cards for those who want them. We are grateful that we are still consistently receiving requests for our cards.

The following three albums represent most of what I love to photograph, and should give you an idea of my style. The only category not included is business events, since the rights to those photographs belong to the companies for which I work. Also, the photo card album includes photographs taken by my mother, Anne Stewart.

I hope you like what you see.

Mary Anne Stewart
mspo26@yahoo.com

Celebrating Life




Children




Photo Cards

Stopping for the Roses . . . Again . . . and Even Closer than Before

Exactly one year ago today, before this blog was created, I included a post on my family blog about the amazing roses growing in my neighborhood (see post here).

In line with my sequence theme of late, and my desire to be more focused (see post here), the following is my series on the wild rose bush growing just outside my door. Each stage of the flower's bloom is unique. If I capture anything else in the next few days, I will add the photos. For now, enjoy this . . .

Valley Storm Sequence

Unfortunately, I was out and about without a tripod for these photos. Otherwise I might have been able to include some cool lightning shots. However, these shots represent bits of what happened in the Salt Lake Valley within an hour (my camera logs the time of each shot taken) on Sunday, June 6th.


8:37 p.m.

It has to start somewhere . . .



8:44 p.m.

. . . often preceded by vivid colors.

9:19 p.m.
The raindrops are swallowed in its darkest moment here.



9:32 p.m.
It cannot be contained - by clouds, or by the treasure chest of city lights.




9:33 p.m.
Light always seems to find its way back . . .




9:34 p.m.
. . . into the picture. This time, just before nightfall.




9:35 p.m.
A peaceful beginning, a peaceful ending. Glorious valley storm.

Moab Sequences

This first one is all about light, and how less makes more sometimes.

This one needs no explanation . . .

And finally, the best playground nature offers us.

Sequences

Lately I've been aware of sequences in my photography. It seems pretty obvious, especially considering how many photographs I take. I was not conscious of how sequential I was until I began to edit my photos over the last month. The following sequence is a simple interaction I witnessed between my two youngest children. They were playing outside of One World Cafe and I took advantage of this sweet set of moments.

. . . And Snow

A few weeks ago I spent the weekend up at Solitude after the resort had closed for the winter. It was truly solitude, especially the skiing - not a soul in sight. These photos were taken before I realized my knee was not happy, so I was completely in the joy of the moment. The icicle photo was taken from the deck of the condo where I stayed. I am especially grateful to a good friend who let me stay with her and enjoy such a relaxing weekend.

What I Love About Rain

"I love the rain
Love the way it falls on everything
Its way of turning brown to green
And gray to blue
That's what I love about rain . . ."

-Art Garfunkel

I truly love the rain more than almost anything on earth - the smell, its cleansing effect, how it brings out more color in everything it touches. I used to even like it more than the sunshine, but now I like both. It's especially cool when both come together. I remember this happening often when I lived on the island of Mauritius back in 1997. No wonder I was so happy there.

These photos capture parts of the rainy hour we enjoyed the other day . . .