From Laurken Kendall:
I spend the vast majority of time behind my camera photographing other people and often forget to take photos of those closest to me.
The other day I looked out the kitchen window to see my two sons trying to tow downed tree branches out of the yard, dressed just as they are in these images and realized with sudden heartbreak that time was moving too quickly and how I always wanted to remember this moment. Before I even had another thought, I threw down my soapy sponge, dried my hands and headed outside, camera in tow.
I asked them to take a walk with me up the hill into their Daddy’s wheat. We climbed to the top of the hill in the backyard of our fifth generation farmhouse, the impending storm starting to whip hair into eyes, and the boys started running excitedly in circles. I am very much into black and white photography and creating emotion, and I always think about what I would want hanging on my wall before I head into any session. I wanted to remember my sons scarred cheek from a terrifying dog bite he experienced a couple months prior. I wanted to remember the look of my youngest sons’ curls, piled on top of his cherub of a face, a mouth full of spaced teeth – a look I’m sure he will leave behind in adolescence.
The goal of any photograph is to freeze a moment in time and these are the ones that go too quickly. This small window called childhood is the shortest period in life and too soon they will lose interest in playing in fallen tree branches, chasing each other through the spring crop and holding hands. Kissing big brothers cheek will cease all together as will tight hugs and “I wuv you bro bro”.
These are the things I will always snap back to when I look at these photographs.