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The ‘Eternal Hope’ of Photography and Fatherhood with Rob Yaskovic

To see more of Rob’s portraits, follow @robyaskovic on Instagram.

As the dad of four children ranging in age from 15 to 5, photographer Rob Yaskovic (@robyaskovic) enjoys untold opportunities for capturing informal family portraits — with “enjoys” being the operative word. “Every day, I’m taking photos,” Rob says. “Every day, I’m thinking about photos, and my children end up in my pictures because I’m around them so often. When you have four kids with crazy schedules, that’s your life. Fortunately for me, it also happens to be pretty exciting.”

At 38 years old, Rob has been a working photographer — five years at a New Jersey newspaper, then freelancing for magazines, shooting weddings and other gigs — for almost half his life. Explaining his passion for the craft of picture-taking, Rob cites another longtime pastime that has given him pleasure through the years: fly fishing. “It’s about the decisive moment. When you’re trout fishing, drifting a dry fly, you hold your breath, waiting for the strike. It’s like that with photography, too. It’s about eternal hope. You’re always hoping something amazing is going to happen on the river, or in front of your camera. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, it does.”

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Our Milky Way Sedona camping photos from FFXV!

We took these photos on one of the two nights a year you can see the Milky Way with the naked eye in Arizona.

Our friend and incredibly talented photographer Tony let us tag along on a wedding shoot he was doing for this night. We brought all the Coleman stuff we owned and set up camp!

These are some of my most favorite memories from the game, I’m glad we could pay tribute to it this way.

📸 Tony Julius Photography
Gladio/Prompto @frankandnats 

 Noctis/Ignis are us KO’d

In Media Res | Jungkook

Scenario: I’m a photographer for this big fancy wedding so I’m going around and snapping pictures of everyone and oh wow you are so incredibly otherworldly in your beauty and oops turns out I end up taking more pictures of you than the happy couple
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 8,592
Author’s Note: Jayesslee’s Sonia Lee & Andy Yang’s wedding video and the wedding from (500) Days of Summer both played a big inspiration for the making of this story. I just love outdoor weddings okay. In Media Res is latin for “in the middle of things”.

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There’s something about a camera that has always fascinated Jungkook, as well as the mechanics that come along with owning and being able to operate one at his will. The idea that he could physically capture a moment or a memory within the confines of a tangible object, a place where he knows the information inside could not slip or fade away (unlike the thoughts and visions that more often than not slipped through his mind like grains of sand passing through his fingers) gave Jungkook a sense of reassurance.

For the longest time, Jungkook found calm and chased the peace that came with trying to capture an image. His computer and memory drive are filled with scenic shots, candid snapshots caught perfectly in time. He likes the idea of needing to be fast enough to realize when something good, something breathtaking and so completely irreplaceable was about to happen—and having to be quick enough, sharp enough, to catch that moment on camera.

So when Seokjin-hyung requests Jungkook to be the official photographer for his upcoming wedding—Jungkook is ecstatic that the older man would even consider Jungkook in the first place. Weddings are beautiful, timeless, and (most of the time) only happen once during the course of someone’s life. A wedding is filled with memories just waiting to be captured.

So Jungkook answers in the way he feels most equipped to react: “I would love to hyung.”

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Telling Tom you’re pregnant Part 2

Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

Authors Note: Here is part 2 guys :) Enjoy it and please send in some requests! I’m enjoying this very much :)

Part 1 Part 3
After talking to Tom you immediately got into bed with your laptop and started taking notes and what you had to get and who you had to call.

The rest of the week you prepared everything and the next week you actually started to call people and set everything up and soon enough it was the 10th and Tom would be back today.

Unlocking the door he got inside and put down his luggage and took off his jacket.

“Honey I’m home.” He yelled but didn’t hear anything or anyone for that matter in the house.

“(Y/N/N)?” he called you and started to go through the rooms. Entering the kitchen he saw the letter that laid on the kitchen table with his name on it. He smiled to himself and opened it. But there was only one sentence on the piece of paper in your beautiful handwriting.

“Are you up for a little game ? 😉

He smiled and turned the paper around, but there was nothing on the back. He took another look in the envelope and saw something written in it.

That’s when he realized that you made the envelope yourself and carefully took it apart.

“Yaass babe, knew it. So first quest for you to find the next one. Two weeks ago you said you can read me like a book. So take a look at the place where I hide stuff that I would never share with you 😊

He chuckled loudly knowing very well what you are talking about and started his way to the bedroom.

He knelt before the bed and started feeling for a box hidden under it. After a few minutes he found it and opened it. It was really a secret, he found the box after a week of living together. You kept your favorite chocolate and candy in this box which you would only share with him on special occasions when you both lay in bed together.

And stuck to the lid of the box was another piece of paper.

“I knew it! Always knew that you steal my candy when I’m not home!

We are going to have a long talk about this mister!

But anyway, next clue. I promised you something two weeks ago, find my promise and you’ll find the next clue 😉

“You didn’t promise, you said you would do it for yourself.” He thought to himself and chuckled.

He walked back into the kitchen and looked into the fridge finding a note attached to his favorite cake.  He took both out and got a fork out of the drawer. He will never be able to resist a cake you baked. Digging into the cake he took the note of it and read what it said.

“Bon appetite, mon Cherie. 😊

Enjoy the cake but now you have to leave the house for the next clue.

You’ll find it attached to the place we like to enjoy nature on Sundays.”


Immediately knowing what you meant he put his jacket back on, took his keys and got into the car.

He drove the park he knows so well, where the two of you enjoy afternoon Sunday walks and enjoy the nature. Sadly you two haven’t done this in a very long time, not having time for it.

Parking the car he walked into the park and a few minutes later he found the park bench near the pond where you two would sit for hours and just talk.

He looked under the bench and found another envelope with his name on it.

He sat down and opened it.

“Take a seat and read this carefully.

You might have questioned this whole thing by now, especially now that you had to drive to the park to read a letter. You might even think that I’m crazy and you might be right but that’s not the point of this whole thing. “

He smiled to himself, you were definitely crazy but he was crazy for you and this wasn’t the first time you started a game like this. God knows where you got this from.

“I have something that I would really like to tell you, but it is so important that it would be boring to just tell you.

It has to do with us and decisions that we have to make.

So now I need you to stand up and walk out of the park, and towards the street, cross it and turn left. The 6th shop on the right side has something in its window that will give you a little clue on what this is about. There you have to find the next clue. As a tip: You already have it on you. 😉

He already started walking while reading it and crossed the street. He turned left and started counting the shops.

It was the shop of a photographer who had 5 photos. There were 2 pictures with a family, one had a dog on it, too. Another one was just a dog. There was a wedding picture and a couple with their newborn child.

He smiled at the pictures but not knowing what you meant. You two were already married and had the best ceremony, there has been a family photo shooting already. So either it was about the dog or the child.

He took the envelope, already knowing that there was the next clue.

“You might already know it, I think I gave it away to easily. But I’m still hoping on your jetlag, that you don’t get it immediately. So meet me in the garden, that we both care for so much.

I’ll see you soon, my love.”

He smiled and got back to the car, making his way home.

At home he unlocked the door and made his way into your garden, which took his breath away, seeing the candles that were lit around the porch and the lanterns glowing and you standing in the middle looking more beautiful than ever. Smiling brightly you two walk towards each other and he gives you a loving kiss.

“So what is all the about ?” He asks smiling at you.

“Like I said in the clues, I need to tell you something.”

“Yes, but what?”

“One last envelope will solve it all.” You smile at him and he laughs.

“I should have known.” He smiles.

Revealing the envelop you hid behind your back, you give it to him smiling brightly and watching his face. He smiles at you and opens it.

Inside he finds an ultrasound picture and a father’s day card.

“Happy early father’s day.” You smile at him.

He stares at the picture and suddenly throws his arms around you and gives you kisses all over your face.

“Are you serious?” he asks excitedly.

“Yes, doctor confirmed.” You laugh.

“God I love you so much.” And gives you the most passionate kiss, he has ever given you.

Yeah, you could say he was happy. But you would definitely have a talk about him knowing your box of candy.

anonymous asked:

how did you and your sister get into photography? i wanna get into it and eventually freelance in my spare time when i get enough experience but don't how to begin and 2) have you both done wedding photography and if not is that something you'd be interested in doing? also do you think it's better to be self taught or is it okay to take a photography class at my local community college? like i feel like almost everyone is self taught and idk if taking a class is a waste

Hi!

We have always been into anything art related. Our parents bought us small digital cameras for our birthday when we were in 5th or 6th grade I believe. We were always taking photos of nature, vacations, and various events. When we got to high school (right around the time dslr cameras were becoming available to everyday consumers not just professionals) my dad bought one for himself. At first our dad wouldn’t let us use it without him there but eventually when we got the hang of using it and he let us take it places without him there. Natasha started taking photos of school events and posting them on Facebook. I started doing the same but a little bit after her. Eventually she bought her own entry level dslr and I bought my dads old dslr when he upgraded his. By sophomore year we were both posting lots of photos on Facebook. We also started asking our friends if we could photograph them. We would style our friends and have mini photoshoots. This was all just for fun for us. We have always been into editorial makeup/photography and styling our own shoots was our way of getting into that. Then during the summer after sophomore year a student asked Natasha to take his senior pictures which she ended up doing did. And later more and more people asked both of us to take their senior pictures. We had no idea how to price anything or what to include in packages initially. After 2-3 years we both were honing in our photography style and were getting better at pricing and guaranteeing a certain level of quality to our clients. When we got to college we would go home and take senior pictures during the summers. In college we took peoples headshots. So it was overtime that we started our photography businesses. We didn’t start photography with the intention of making a business out of it/going into it professionally. We still ask our friends to photograph them and have mini photo shoots that we style. Its important to us to constantly create personal work as well as client work. During all of this we both tried our hand at surreal/photo manipulation photography but it wasn’t for us. By the end of high school and throughout college we also shot a few wedding but both didn’t like photographing weddings. By the time we finished college both of us realized that our favorite genre of photography is portraits. So now we mainly shoot headshots, portraits, and senior pictures professionally and create editorial shoots for our personal work. 

Even though we both went to art school neither of us has taken a photography class. The photo department at U of M mainly focused on documentary photography which we were not interested in. Plus the photo professors were known to be sexist and/or racist. We are about 95% percent self taught. One of our digital media professors did help us learn some stuff in photoshop but that’s about it. When either Natasha or I start a hobby we go into it full force lol. So right when we got into photography we followed a TON of photographers online and were constantly trying to figure out how they edited there photos so we could improve our editing. Over the course of 8 years we have really developed our photography styles and editing skills. Early on we would sometimes try and copy other photographers which helped us figure out what we liked and disliked for our own photography. I don’t encourage people to copy other artists especially if they are going to sell their work. But it can be helpful when figuring out your own style but it’s important to make sure you are not ripping someone off and give credit where credit is due. When I would use another artists idea I always explained in the description who the artist was and linked to their work. A photographer I know was notorious for copying another well known photographer but her audience thought she was super original because they didn’t know about the well known photographer. Plus you will never be as good as the original photographer/artist and will end up constantly comparing yourself which is no fun lol.

Even though both of us are self taught I don’t think taking photography classes is a bad idea if you think it will help you learn. One of my favorite illustrators, Sam Spratt, took many illustration classes when he was at SCAD but that doesn’t mean he is any better or worse than other illustrators that are completely self-taught. I always wanted to take commercial/fashion lighting classes but they were never offered at my university. I also would love to take some photography workshops but they the ones I want to take (Lara Jade’s in particular) are too expensive for me. Also as an artist I’ve generally been self-taught. I had a few great drawing teachers and professors in high school (I took a college drawing class in high school) who helped me a lot. But when it comes down to being an artist you really have to push yourself to make stuff outside of class. This was a challenge for a lot of my classmates once we graduated. A lot of them didn’t know how to create work outside of class. (I’m simplifying a lot here bc i could go on and on about how much i disliked or liked u of m’s art school lol) My whole life I’ve been making stuff outside of class so creating a photography business wasn’t super difficult for me. 

This brings me to the business/freelance part. Turning something you are passionate about into a business can be great and horrible. A lot of my friends don’t freelance because the business side of it destroys their interest in the art. Some of my clients are very particular and they don’t always like the photos I take. But this is something I have to get past. Also over time you start to get better clients because they come to you knowing what they will get. Early on people would hire me because they knew I took photos not because they liked my style of photography (I hope that makes sense). Now people know what they are getting and it’s less likely that a client will be unsatisfied with their photos. As a freelancer keep in mind that it’s a lot of emails and advertising yourself. Yes it’s great that I can make money off of something I love doing but I have to keep in mind that it’s still a business. When I first started out clients would ask for lower prices and I would lower them because I didn’t want to lose a client and I didn’t know if I was too expensive or not. This was fine at first but now I don’t budge on my prices because now I know my worth and it’s not fair to my other clients to change prices. Also photography gear can get expensive and when you freelance/do photography professionally there is a point when you’ll probably to invest in professional gear. Part of this is to put you among other photographers in the industry but the physical quality of your photos will also improve. This way you can better guarantee what a client will get. Ex. my dad’s old dslr that I used had a cropped sensor so if the lighting wasn’t the best i couldn’t edit the photos as much in photoshop as I can with a full frame camera. Basically I just want to make it clear that once you start freelancing it’s a business so just like other business you have to know when and where to invest and how much. 

I’m sure you were not expecting this long of answer but I hope it helped! 

Sneak peek at @christie_pem wedding photos from our time in Princeton, NJ. Also, we have openings all across 2018 if you want myself and the lovely @sarahlinden to come photograph Your wedding. Or you. Whatever. We travel everywhere and we are fun and stuff. Head to chasersofthelight.com/contact or shoot us an email at ChasersOfTheLight@gmail.com and let us know the when, the where, the what, and your social media handles so can totally stalk you. Maybe if you book us, I’ll totally write you a custom wedding poem. :)

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“The best feeling is when I look at you, and you are already looking at me.”

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Thank you so much for all of your kind words and we’re happy to share more wedding photos with you! This was actually the shoot that was in part of our Fanime vlog! I really adore these photos and we hope you like them too - lots of SasuSaku eye contact in this one hehe. ;)

It’s not the full set, but I felt that a more story-telling layout would fit better. <3 All photos by onesky2high, thank you so much! (And yup again, Kevin kept two arms for these photos, we are aware of this. :) )

Sasuke’s Facebook || Sakura’s Facebook || Photographer: onesky2high @ insta!

Our first photo from our XV Wedding shoot yesterday! OMG I can’t even explain how in awe I am. Our photographer is so talented! I cannot wait to see the rest ;-; It was our very first location shoot and the places we shot were just perfect for these characters. I can’t even.

📷 Madster Cosplay and Photography
Location : Ault Park, Cincinnati OH
Final Fantasy XV, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

On “never paying for models”

It came to mind again, based on a brief litter interaction with a model today, but it’s been driving me bonkers since I joined model mayhem years ago.

There’s this subset of photographers who claim that they never pay “for” models - I take issue with the phrase “pay for”, because in my mind, it implies ownership over the model, when what you’re actually buying is their time.

Most of those photographers, as far as I have encountered them, are older men in their 40s and up. I don’t know if that’s relevant, but I will note that the majority of working models are at least 15-25 years younger than they are.

So, the first issue is one of disrespect. If modelling is someone’s primary source of income, and you use the model’s service, then you are fucking them over by refusing to pay them. If you don’t consider what a model does to be worth your money, then don’t approach models who live off of that job.

When photographers say they never pay models, I assume that these “models” they don’t pay are actually young, naive people who have just started out, and need to build a portfolio. That may not be the case, but I’ll address other options in a minute.

To try to persuade models that you shouldn’t have to pay them either assumes that you think your work is so good - or they are so bad - that it would benefit them more to be photographed by you than you would benefit by working with them. Or, it assumes that you believe it to be a collaborative thing, in which case, you are probably less likely to be bragging about how you never pay models, as opposed to whining about how you can’t afford them.

Issue two: photographers who make money from their work and models who make money from their work are serving two different markets, and the overlap is so minimal, but the line between them is apparently hard to see, ‘cause there’s a camera in the way.

Most freelance photographers who make money from photography are either shooting non-models by way of family portraits, grad photos, wedding photos - or shooting models by selling to or being hired by magazines or modelling agencies. In these scenarios, the money flows from client to photographer, and never the other way around.

Agency models, though, are paid by their agency, who is contracted to provide models for shoots, and paid by their contractors. There is no model-to-photographer flow of cash there. 

Freelance models - the ones with whom I deal with, and the ones with whom probably most of my followers are by now familiar - are not under contract to an agency, and therefore do not get paid by an agency. They serve a different market than agency models (typically).

That market is with the creatives/hobbyists, whether it’s posing for art classes or (in a lot of cases) getting hired to pose in some lonely old guy’s basement studio. It’s a job that comes with a lot of risk (see also: creepy lonely old guys), and it’s a job fraught with challenges, particularly in terms of getting photographers to fucking pay up.

The opportunities to make money from your work as a photographer who doesn’t do weddings or magazine work are slim. (I can only think of one photographer making significant money from patreon, and the odds of selling 20 prints at $10 a pop to make back the money you spent on hiring the model in the first place are also slim). So, in essence, you pay the model for their time and talent - and to some extent the risks they take on - and of course, for the sake of creating something you will be proud of. If your interest is creating something you can sell, you still have to pay the model for that time, talent, and risk. That is the service they provide. If they don’t have time or talent, then they are not the model for you.

My point being that for photographers, paying models is a luxury expense (kind of like buying a camera in the first place was). If you want a model, you pay for one. For freelance models, though, most who have any kind of personal brand, rely on the money they are paid for their work to survive (although, self produced content through patreon is certainly a big help to some). Some models are willing to barter. Some will do trade with friends or photographers they admire.

You should have no expectation that you can barter, or that you are a friend,or admired. If a model quotes you rates, you either pay up, or respectfully back out.

There is no respect in a blanket “I don’t pay models” statement.
It implies that you don’t respect their profession, their time, or their talent - that you don’t respect the risks involved in that profession.

I have been ecstatic, flattered, and sometimes relieved, to be asked to shoot with a freelance model on a trade or barter basis. But if I want to work with a model, and they need my money to eat, make rent, or even pay their wireless bill, then I’d be a garbage human if I tried to tell them I would only shoot with them for free instead of just bowing out or paying up.

tl;dr - if you can’t pay models, don’t ask them to shoot with you. If you don’t pay models, you are a piece of shit.

ladyprydian  asked:

Arthur/Eames: Photographer Arthur meets SUPER HOT PUPPY DAD Eames when Eames hires him for a photoshoot of his new puppy. Maybe the photo shoot is like a fake baby announcement or something.

SUPER HOT PUPPY DAD EAMES!! 

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Arthur wasn’t at all concerned or confused when he pulled up to a modest, nice looking house on a picture perfect afternoon. He had been hired for baby shoots, engagements, weddings, all done at people’s houses before so he didn’t give it much thought as he began to take out his gear from the passenger side of his car.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked up to the house, double checking the number both on the door frame and on his phone to make sure they were the same before he rang the doorbell. The guy who hired him, “just Eames”, said he needed a newborn shoot and after getting all the information he needed, he agreed to the job. The guy seemed nice enough and as he waited, he heard,

“One moment!”

Arthur put his hands in his pockets and waited. A second later, the door was flung open and there stood a handsome man, wearing a red and white flannel shirt that wasn’t buttoned all the way up so a lot of his chest was showing. He also had a pair of paint stained and torn up jeans and no shoes or socks. His hair was honey colored, messy, his undercut looked as if it was growing back and he hadn’t touched it up. Arthur felt himself swallow hard as he said,

“Hi, I’m Arthur, the photographer.”

“Oh, yes, yes, come in please!”

He stepped aside and Arthur went in. Eames then went around him after closing the door and said,

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“Oh, no thank you. Where would you like to set up? Is there a nursery or another room?”

Arthur looked around as he asked and he noticed that it didn’t seem like a home that had a child. There was nothing to indicate that anyone else but Eames lived there. Eames chuckled a bit and said,

“In the backyard.”

“Oh…okay.”

They went outside and once they did, a tiny little puff of fur let out a little yip and began running towards Eames. Eames leaned down and scooped him up and turned back to Arthur.

“This is the newborn.”

“Oh…I thought you meant a baby.”

“I didn’t want to say it was a puppy right away…I was worried you might turn me down.”

“Hey, a shoot is a shoot. You’re still paying whether it’s a dog or a human so you’ll get no judgment from me.”

Eames smiled and the puppy wiggled a bit, trying to sniff Arthur. Arthur held his hand out to him and smiled a bit as he asked,

“What’s…his name?”

Eames nodded and lovely pet the pup as he said,

“Melville.”

“Melville?”

“Yeah, after Herman Melville. It’s a long story.”

Arthur laughed and shook his head as he knelt down, easing his bag to the ground and asked,

“Should we start?”

Eames nodded, setting Melville down and watching as he immediately went over to Arthur, sniffing his knees, then his bag before he attempted to climb in. Eames stopped him and then said,

“Okay boy, let’s play!”

Melville let out an excited yip as he began to run as fast as his little legs could carry him around the yard. Arthur had to keep a light jog to get some shot of Melville but he laughed, whistling to get his attention and snapping many shots of the little pup looking as if he was smiling, walking towards him, then he got down close to the ground and took some pictures of Melville trotting over to Eames. The light was perfect for every shot and he even took some blooper pictures of Melville scratching his head, chewing on his leg, falling over when he missed a catch, even one of him peeing. Eames laughed throughout all of those moments and Arthur did too.

After about two or three hours, Melville was exhausted. Eames picked him up and cradled him in his arm, Melville’s head resting perfectly in the crook of his arm. He let out a little yawn and Arthur couldn’t help but capture that moment too.

“He’s tuckered out.”

“Yeah he played so hard. You’re so great with him.”

“He’s a good boy. He’s also part of the dream.”

“The dream?”

“Yeah…after the good job came the house and then Melville.”

Arthur smiled, petting Melville’s sleeping head, watching him lick his chops softly in his sleep.

“Sounds like a good dream.”

“Yeah but it’s not complete.”

Arthur looked up at him and Eames just smiled. Arthur cleared his throat a bit and said,

“I should have the proofs by the end of the week. I can give you a CD of all of them if you’d like or unless you just want certain ones…”

“I guess I’ll need to see the proofs. Could you come back then, when the proofs are ready?”

“Um…sure I would have to drop them off anyway.”

“It’s just you then. You’re not part of a big studio?”

Arthur shook his head.

“It’s me and my business. I guess you can say it’s my dream. Only I don’t have a Melville.”

Eames laughed a little and Arthur began to pack up his camera again and picked up his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and Eames walked him to the door, still cradling a sleeping Melville.

“So, you’ll call me when the proofs are ready?”

Arthur nodded.

“Yes. And just so you know, this was the most fun photo shoot I’ve had. My model was awesome.”

Eames looked proudly at Melville and Arthur gave the pup another soft little stroke on the crease of his head before he said,

“I’ll be in touch. Tell Melville I said bye.”

“Will do. And thank you.”

Arthur nodded and began to leave, feeling happy and looking forward to getting the proofs organized and ready.

Merry Sickmas

A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt:  When everyone goes to the Philly house for Christmas Josh is so sick with a cold/fever that he legit can’t leave his bedroom since he has a crappy immune system due to nearly dying of a respiratory infection when he was born. when Maya hears coughing from one of the rooms her heart breaks because she knows what it’s like to be alone when you’re sick so she ditches dinner to take care of him even though he insists he’s fine by himself. (bonus points for sleepy and cuddly Josh!)

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“Merry Christmas!” Maya and Riley said in unison along with their families as they entered the old house where Mr. Matthews grew up.  Brushing the snow off of her coat, Maya put down her duffle bag and took in her surroundings.  The house was just as she remembered from her visit in junior high, which seemed like just yesterday, but, in reality, years had gone by, and she was now a junior in high school.  The only real differences Maya could notice were the Christmas decorations and the smells of ham and potatoes cooking in the kitchen along with the rest of the holiday feast.

“I’m so happy you guy’s could make it.” Amy cheered, moving from the kitchen doorway to greet each visitor with a tight hug.

Maya couldn’t help but smile at she embraced the elder Mrs. Matthews who smelled like gingerbread. The old woman was like a third mother to her, always so kind and sweet and offering advice when she could.  It wasn’t hard to believe that Cory, Mr. Matthews, was cut from the same cloth, not at all.

Alan Matthews, Cory’s dad, had gotten up from the couch during their chaotic arrival and started giving hugs and handshakes of his own.  Once everyone said their hellos, Cory asked, “Where is everyone else?”

“Morgan’s flight was cancelled due to the snow, so she won’t be here until tomorrow.”  Amy answered.

“Yeah, and Eric had some last minute business to attend to, but he should arrive sometime tonight.” Alan informed the bunch.

“And Josh?” Maya queried before she could stop herself.  "Auggie’s been really excited to see him.“  She added quickly, pulling the boy in question close to her side and patting him on the shoulder.

"Paws off the merchandise.”  Auggie said, removing himself from Maya’s grasp.  "If the wife smells your perfume on me, I’ll never hear the end of it.“

"You aren’t gonna see Ava for another week, I highly doubt–” Riley began to disagree with her brother but was interrupted.

“SHE HAS THE NOSE OF A BLOOD HOUND!” Auggie yelled as he gripped Riley’s sweater and pulled her down to meet his eyes straight on.

Riley’s eyes widened, but before she could respond, Topanga pulled her little boy away and attempted to calm him as she tried not to laugh.

Maya chuckled herself as Riley straightened out her red and green striped sweater dress.  Looking up, she saw everyone was amused by Auggie’s little outburst, revealing some sort of smile or laugh… except for Amy.  She offered a small smile, but it didn’t last as it was quickly replaced by a look of sadness.  As her eyes began to water, Maya asked.  "Mrs. Matthews, are you all right?“

"Mom, what’s wrong?” Cory chimed in as he took a step closer, suddenly worried.

“I’m fine, I just–” Amy started.

“Josh is sick.” Alan spoke up, wrapping a comforting arm around his wife’s back.  "He’s upstairs sleeping off his fever.  He’ll be fine, but you know your mother likes to worry.“

Everyone just nodded in response like his explanation made sense.  Maya didn’t want to be rude so she nodded too, but she felt confused. Who cries over their 19 year old son being sick?

Topanga, always one to take control, spoke up to diffuse the situation even more.  "Well, mom, how about Katy and I help you with dinner, while the boys take care of the bags?”

Amy nodded and the women headed toward the kitchen. Just then Alan stepped toward Cory and Shawn and informed them, “I got the basement finished, so you and your wives can stay down there on the air mattresses we’ve set up.  The girls can share Morgan’s room.”

“What about me?” Auggie questioned.

“You can share with Josh once he’s feeling better, but until then you best bunk with your dad, kiddo.” Alan answered, ruffling his grandson’s hair affectionately. “C'mon, I’ll show you the way.”  He added, walking his relatives to the newest area of the house.

As the men walked away, the girls took off their winter coats and boots.

Hanging her coat on the hook by the door, Maya just couldn’t keep quiet anymore and said, “So… you grandma… does she always get emotional like that when you guys are sick?”

“No, just Josh.” Riley answered, hanging up her own coat. “I know it seems silly, but him being sick reminds her of a dark time.”

Maya was immediately intrigued, so she quickly pulled her to the couch and said, “All right, spill.”

Riley took a deep breath then launched into the story her father told her a few years ago.  She told Maya about the day Josh was born and how he couldn’t breathe on his own.  She explained how he couldn’t leave the hospital for a while, but that, eventually, he got better and was able to leave.  

“Wow.” Maya finally responded.  "I had no idea.“

"Yeah…” Riley trailed off for a moment then went on.  "and apparently, ever since then, his respiratory system has been a little sensitive, so when he gets even the littlest bit sick–“

"His mom gets taken back to the day he was born and the fear she felt for his well being.” Maya finished, understanding washing over her.

“Yeah.” Riley nodded.  

The room grew quiet for a long moment as both girls reflected on the story.   Riley wasn’t as familiar with the feelings of sadness and pain as Maya, so thinking about the story quickly made her uncomfortable and made her the first to break the silence.

“Enough sad talk.” Riley said matter-of-factly. “Grandma is fine, Josh is fine-ish, we’re all fine, and, most importantly, it’s Christmas!  So, let’s enjoy it.”

“You’re right, Riles.”  Maya smiled. “Let’s go unpack.”

With that, the girls slipped off their shoes, put them by the door, and headed upstairs with their bags in tow.

*******

Riley led Maya upstairs and down the hallway.

“Shh… That’s Josh’s room.”  Riley informed her friend so she would not disturb her uncle’s rest. “Morgan’s room is right up here.”

Maya followed Riley a few more feet to a door on the opposite side of the hall.  After dropping off their things, they headed back down stairs.  Half way down the hall, Riley whisper yelled, “Aw, shoot!”

“What?” Maya inquired.

“My phone’s about die… I’ll be right back.”  She said, then hurried back to Morgan’s bedroom.

Maya leaned against the wall and waited.  As she did so, her eyes drifted toward the door across the hall to her left: Josh’s door. It was cracked open slightly, but it was dark, too dark to see anything from her position.  So, she looked away, taking in the photographs that lined the hallway. There were tons of Amy and Alan and their children, including Shawn, at all ages.  Her favorites were the line of wedding photos across from her, right next to Josh’s door.  There was one of Amy and Alan, Cory and Topanga, and Shawn and Katy.  They were framed in delicate, white, heart-shaped frames and each hung on a nail in the wall by a single white ribbon.  They were fancy yet simple and Maya loved it, especially the one of her mom and Shawn.  She still couldn’t believe it was real.

A sudden noise made her eyes dart back over to Josh’s door.  It was a cough, then another cough, then suddenly he seemed to be choking on a cough. She was thinking about going over to check on him, but suddenly it stopped.  As she sat in the quiet, Maya noticed her heart was racing.

Geez, no wonder Mrs. Matthews was so worried.  He sounded terrible, and now that she knew the story about his birth, she wanted to cry too.  However, before she could get too emotional, a quiet voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Sorry I took so long, my charger made its way to the bottom of my bag during the trip, but I found it.” She smiled.

“And now you can text Lucas to your little heart’s content.” Maya teased.

“That’s the plan.” Riley smiled, choosing to ignore Maya’s teasing.  Maybe she was being excessive, I mean, the whole reason her phone died was because she had been texting Lucas the whole trip to Philly, but it was Christmas, and she missed her boyfriend.  Who cares how many texts she sends?

Rolling her eyes, Maya smirked and replied, “Tell Huckleberry I said Happy Holidays.”

“I will,” Riley nodded.  "but first… let’s find an outlet!“

Maya shook her head then followed her best friend back downstairs, but not before giving Josh’s door one last glance.

*******

Dinner was nearly over and Maya’s plate was nearly full.  It wasn’t that the food didn’t taste good, because it tasted great. Maya just didn’t have much of an appetite after hearing Josh sounding so sick.  More than that, she felt guilty.  It didn’t seem fair that she was having fun chatting with family and friends around the dinner table, while he was upstairs by himself coughing and sneezing.

Glancing around the table, no one else appeared to be bothered by Josh’s absence.  Just Maya. Then again, maybe she was  just being overly-sensitive to Josh’s situation because she knew what it was like to be alone and sick.  

When her mom was a waitress, she worked all the time.  Maya new that it wasn’t because she wanted to but because she had to.  It was the only way to make ends meet.  Unfortunately, that meant she wasn’t always there for Maya, including when she was ill… but Maya managed.  However, that didn’t mean she liked it.  Being sick was never fun, especially when you were alone.

"You okay, baby girl?” Katy asked, breaking through her daughter’s train of thought.

“Huh?” Maya said, meeting her mother’s eyes.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Katy noted, nodding her head toward Maya’s plate, where she was pushing around an array of food with her fork.

“Oh, sorry.” Maya apologized.  "I guess, I’m just not that hungry.“

"I hope you aren’t coming down with what Joshua has.” Amy said worriedly.  "You feeling okay, sweetie?“

"Yeah, I’m fine.” Maya promised, wanting to put Mrs. Matthews at ease.  "Just tired, you know, from all the traveling.  I think I’m gonna go lie down for a while.“

"Okay, let us know if you need anything.” The elder Mrs. Matthews told her.

Maya smiled and nodded, then headed out of the kitchen.

*******

Once she was upstairs, Maya headed toward a bedroom, but it wasn’t Morgan’s.  It was Josh’s.  She just couldn’t help herself, she had to check on him.  So, she crept up to the cracked door quietly.

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Smile for the camera … or not — vintage 1800s photographs show fascinating difference in style

Smile for the camera … or maybe not. These fascinating wedding photographs from the 1800s show just how different the approach to shooting one’s special day was two centuries ago.

Along with the lack of pearly whites on display, the emotionless, sepia-hued images predominantly show no touching between couples.

The images are on display as part of an exhibit, “I Do, I Do,” at the Ricco/Maresca Gallery in New York. The exhibit runs through Sept. 9, 2017. (Caters News)

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Grace Kelly appears in the October 1948 issue of The American magazine - photographed by Archie Friedman for Paul D'Ome Studios - as a “troubled newlywed” in an article titled The Trouble With Most Brides. Mr. Friedman can be seen below prepping the young model for the photo shoot.

Why were new marriages failing in 1948? The cause was clear to the article’s author, James F. Bender, Ph.D. “[Newlywed women] are brittle and lack stamina… They don’t know what a thimble is… they can’t bake a pie!” And, despite their obvious lack of stamina, these brittle, useless girls remained too “assertive” and were actively “sabotaging the institution of marriage.”

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a/n: hello my peaches!! i don’t have to much to really preface this with tbh but i hope you enjoy and i hope it’s not too cheesy for you and please, as always, feedback would be just wonderful (◡‿◡✿) 

“I’ll call you when I find out.”

His words were spiralling through your head over and over again like clockwork. It had been hours since he uttered them before planting a rushed kiss on your lips and darting out the door with his camera bag and portfolio in tow. Normally Luke was pretty relaxed, never letting thing get to him. He’d taught you a lot in that aspect, your gears usually tightly wound in stressful situations.

Today was different though. Luke woke up earlier than usual and headed straight to the shower. On any other day, he’d lay in bed for close to an hour, whining about how much he didn’t want to get up, how badly he just wanted to stay in the warm confines of your shared bed with you and Maggie, the lab you adopted together nearly a year ago. You didn’t even receive a glance today though as he rolled out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

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