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Early in Deirdre’s life she was subject to abuse and neglect. The effects of which lingered with her into adulthood. Though her life stabilized in many ways as time went on, anxiety latched on for the ride.
As she grew, she found solace in music. Music connected her to herself and her loved ones. She found freedom in singing and writing.
As she entered into adulthood the familiar patterns of abuse reemerged in a romantic relationship. It was during this time that she began to see that she was only person she could save. She found the strength to step away from that abusive partner and here she found her voice and began to speak truth to power. Her lyrics vulnerably began to express her struggles from anxiety. She found the courage to perform her truth in the freedom that she felt on stage. She describes performance as an act of meditation.
Fans often approach her after a show and confess their own struggles with anxiety. In her lyrics and the courage she finds to perform, they find continual inspiration. It is in this space that Deirdre is her truest self.
If you’ve been fighting like hell to be your truest self and would like your battle set to an emboldening sound track, then you should hear Deirdre. You can find Deirdre Forrest on Facebook to follow her musical adventures and see where she will be performing her next show.
I want you to know Wendy, because to know Wendy is to know hope and the resiliency of joy. Wendy has known the death of multiple loved ones, abuse, PTSD, depression and despair so great that she attempted an untimely exit from this world more than once. I only spent a few hours with her, but even I can’t imagine the world without her in it. Now, her joy beams. Her laughter booms and she throws her head back to submerge herself in the delight of life.
The Journey has been a lifetime. Tragedy found her and followed her throughout her life and she nearly succumb to her sorrow, but her children granted her the strength to get the help she needed. This is not a magical story - one in which all goodness is restored with a healthy dose of warm fuzzies and the darkness never creeps back in, because it just doesn’t work that way. This is a story of years of work to claim life, to extinguish the lies of shame and a continual war for the truest self.
Wendy found a therapist she derived tremendous perspective from - a therapist who encouraged her to join a running group. She says it took everything within her to get her to that first running meet up. She could barely hold her head up, but she showed up, which is the definition of vulnerability. Eventually, she began to thrive.
As she journeyed on, she met someone. She was convinced that the more he heard of her story he’d turn on his heels. She was wrong. The more of her truth he heard, the more he loved her. Clearly, tremendous strength and courage had brought her this far. He could see that. He could see her. They married and blended their families.
Along the way she found Yoga. This became the tool to alleviate her anxiety. When she’s on the mat she says she “feels like it doesn’t matter if you’re perfect…It feels like letting go of perfection.” On the mat there is belonging and a safe space. When Wendy is flowing from posture to posture one can’t help but feel the profundity of each movement flow through her. She speaks of postures that she couldn’t complete for years because they were too open and left her feeling devastatingly vulnerable. Yet, she remains intrinsically drawn to them and finds herself flowing toward them in some subconscious determination. Even while we photographed she decided to take on two of the more challenging positions in addition to her repertoire that inspires strength and confidence. When she conquered those two postures (one signifying extreme openness and vulnerability and the other signifying the cusp of mastering some truth in becoming), she erupted into a volcano of laughter and joy. On the mat she is her truest self and journeys forward in becoming.
I couldn't let 2017 end without utilizing these portrait as a source of inspiration and education to our local communities. So, I set out to host a...
Just a friendly reminder. The Retrato/Portrait Project Gallery Opening is this Sunday. Enjoy beer, wine and art from 5:00 - 8:00 on Sunday, November 19th at The Underground in Lansdale.
See you there!
The Retrato/Portrait Project Gallery Opening: Where Local And Global Communities Collide
Join Us For Beer, Wine, Raffles and More...
You are cordially invited to celebrate the culture and people of Honduras with me on November 19th from 5:00p.m. - 8:00p.m.. I will be hosting a small gallery opening displaying a selection of pieces from the Retrato/Portrait Project; an endeavor I led in January 2017 to bring portraits to remote villages in Honduras.
Through the project over one hundred families have been provided a priceless heirloom of a family portrait. Many of you had a large part in making that happen. I’m passionate about our community to continuing learn and share in the global community. So, lets continue by gathering together and learning more about the world around us.
The gallery opening will feature guest speakers Herman and Amanda Sagastume. They will give a brief discussion on the work of Healthy Ninos Honduras (the organization I collaborate with to bring the Retrato/Portrait Project to life) and their tireless endeavor to end malnutrition in Honduras. I will also share about Retrato/Portrait Project. Enjoy beer and wine provided by Round Guys Brewing Company. A portion of beer and wine sale proceeds will go to Healthy Ninos Honduras. Enjoy light fare, also provided by Round Guys. There will be raffles from top community businesses which will help continue my work as a family photographer in Honduras.
RSVP asap as space is limited. RSVP by simply replying to this message “yes” and the number of people who will be attending in your party.
November 19th 5:00 - 8:00 The Underground: 408 W Main St., Lansdale, PA
Don't miss a great time at these back to back rescue events! I'll be there with multiple opportunities to win a $500 gift certificate towards a photo experience and one big $1000 gift certificate towards a photo experience.
Also, at this event and at this event only, save $450 on on a photo session when you purchase a $500 gift certificate for $50 (think Groupon). You've been wanting fall photos or thinking early for Holiday photos or the perfect Holiday gift. There's no better time than here and now. See you there!
In Beth's grief journey, she made a bucket list for Sawyer. So we set to making the bucket list part of the end of life pet photo celebration of his life...
Click the link above to check out my article recently published on Offbeat Home. Share with someone you love that you know has struggled with grief or comment with your own journey through loss. I’d love to hear from you.
This piece on grieving the loss of a pet is so deeply close to my heart. I hope you find affirmation as you read it, if you've every grieved the loss of a dynamic creature that you deeply loved.
It's been an amazing year so far and we're only half way through!
I can’t believe it’s already been a little over six months since I took Kristen Kidd Photography and ran with it. Thanks so everyone who’s brought me here and to everyone who has given me the honor of celebrating and designing art around all that they hold dearest. Here’s to living and loving courageously!
These are a few of my favorite moments from recent sessions. Over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing more stories of each of these sessions. I felt I didn’t want to move on until I fully honored, with undoubtedly insufficient words and prose, the love that’s captured in these photos. I hope you enjoy these moving, fun and often hilarious pieces.
Over the past few months I’ve learned to keep a box of tissues close while I talked with dog parents about their fur babies. Listen, I know some of you are cringing at terms like “dog parent” and “fur baby”, but the sentimentality for the care takers of these mutts runs so much deeper than any silly terms we may try to ascribe to it. We grapple to adequately express what these beasts mean to us, but we fall short. The truth is there are no words that do it justice, but that’s part of the point. They don’t need words to show us every ounce of their tremendous love. Why would we be so naive to think we’d find enough words to express how that unconditional love makes us feel?
That’s why I threw myself into this adventure of capturing the relationship between these humans and their canines. It’s the most exquisite and important part of pet photography. Yet, I find the market remains saturated with pet portraits of pups all stoically poised and perfectly composed on a white or black backdrop. I often think, “That’s a beautiful picture, but it tells me nothing about the dog’s unique personality. Nor does it capture the love of their family.”
Family lifestyle photography has grown in well deserved popularity. We should be asking what makes a family tick and setting ourselves to capturing their intrinsic essence. It’s no different with our pets. The beauty of the pet is in context with the adoration the dog and his human hold for one another. That adoration is displayed uniquely and should be honored in a unique photo experience.
So, I have my tissues handy as I chat with pet parents about the dog that got them through the divorce or greeted them with he same unconditional love no matter how shitty they felt or their day was. Or the mutts that came along in their darkest hour or simply bookended an era of their lives (as David Sedaris so eloquently said) with warmth and goodness.
It’s true. They won’t be with us forever and there will be others that will take their physical place, but there was only one of that dog. You know, your dog, during that time. The one that knew you like you were then and loved you no matter who that person was. The one who kept all your secrets and whose fur soaked up your tears. The one who you never felt stupid wrestling or singing or dancing with. The one that you loved in that very specific way. The one that gave you that gift that you needed everyday to get you through. That dog only lives once and there is no replacing that emotional space. All the more reason to capture that finite moment and anchor it in your heart and home.
I'm so excited to announce the next big thing at Kristen Kidd Photography: The adventurous couples model call. Enter to win a $1000 gift certificate towards your unique photo experience and wall art - all tailor designed to capture what you love most. There will also be five $500 gift certificate winners. Bring me your quiet nature enthusiasts, your adrenalin junkies and every couple in-between! What could be a more fitting way to celebrate your love for one another than capturing that love in the places that bring you the most joy, doing what brings you closest together? Let's go!
Check out the details and enter to win here: https://kristenkiddphotogr.wixsite.com/couplesadventure
Yesterday I was stressed. I went to the gym kicking and screaming. I didn’t feel like running, but I chastised myself enough to make it there. “You need this.” I said to myself. “Okay.” myself sighed in defeat. I was also annoyed that I booked late that evening to hand deliver a couple’s album so that they’d be able to view it for the first time together when they both arrived home that evening. What had I been thinking?! Those were just the book ends of the day. What about everything in between - all those mounting details and endless tasks?
As I dragged my feet forward in my day there was a moment of clarity. Why was I resisting everything? Why was I making everything more difficult than it needed to be. I was pushing so hard against it all that I was exhausting myself more than if I just simply leaned it the day and did it without thinking, painfully about every damn detail and what each one entailed.
Those of us who have a history of care giving are intimately familiar with the concept of “leaning into the discomfort”. Oh. We’re pros. Nearing glee, we take on the truly challenging moments as if we were anointed for such a time as this. We deem everything painful as deeply meaningful, looking for metaphor and lessons.
Those of us who’ve endured trauma and loss sometimes become experts in digging heels in deep during hard times. Sound familiar? The winds billow. The storm rages. Everyone takes cover and you’re just standing there like a Stonehenge. Someone calls out, “HEY! YOU OKAY? MAYBE COME INSIDE?” “Nah...It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” you respond. Survival at its best.
Yet, how is it that when we’ve experienced extreme success, joy, goodness and wholeheartedness we’ve struggled fiercely to lean into the comfortable - lean into the goodness? You know what feels insurmountable? Granting myself the permission to offer myself affirmation and celebrate the meaning of the choices I’ve made that have led me to reap all this goodness. That’s what’s difficult.
The reason I was at the gym was because I have the privilege of making my own schedule, because I’m my own boss and because I know myself well enough to understand that running is my tie to sanity. It keeps me clear headed. Running helps me sort out the wheat from the chaff of life. It feels so good to run, if only I give myself permission to lean into how wonderful it feels.
The reason I scheduled the late evening delivery was because I love my clients and I want them to have the best experience possible and because I want to be a part of that experience. I’m meeting them because I have goodness to give them. The story that takes me to their doorstep is that I designed one of the albums I’m most proud of to date. I’m hand delivering the beautiful piece of art that tells the story of one of the most joyful days of their lives and the one thing that will stay with them long into walkers and canes and octogenarianism.
I needed to purposefully remind myself of the joy and meaning that surrounds most of my days - truly labors of love. I needed to remind myself because I’m not good at leaning into the goodness or into the comfortable, but I want to get better. Ralf Waldo Emerson said that the only person you’re destined to become is the person you decide to become. We write our own histories and derive what we want from our experiences. Don’t get me wrong. Some things simply are just shitty and others are exquisitely magnificent, but all that stuff in between? That’s what makes up most of life and maybe, just maybe, we can grant ourselves enough grace to lean into the good when it’s there.
About a year and a half ago my car propelled me somewhere north. I don’t remember exactly where now. I just remember being on 476 North in Pennsylvania starting out on one of our many journeys - a family vacation, a trip with a friends - something joyful and well earned, but a luxury by definition.
There is rarely a time when I’m not considering how to document precious moments both personal and for others. As the miles passed by I first considered how I was going to capture this trip - my phone, Polaroids, the behemoth that is my actual camera. These were all options. Secondly, I considered how blessed we are that we have an endless array of means to capture and hold what we regard dearest. I reflected on how the family portrait and snap shot may be one of the most iconic examples of disparity - something so interwoven into our identities from the moment we enter this world (literally) until the day we die. There is truly no level of poverty so great in the United states that someone would not have (or at least at one time have had) a photo of someone or something that they love. They are heirlooms, casual files that take up real estate on our phones, tiny framed masterpieces and huge works of art. They are sometimes quiet moments we keep tucked away and other times magazine ad worthy status symbols we erect. Yet, we don’t even think twice about the fact that there remain places in the world in which no one has ever, nor will ever own a photograph. The fact that we don’t think twice about this is a reminder of the general importance of pulling ourselves out from within, stepping outside of our immediate line of sight to gain a broader world view.
On my trek toward relaxation my mind went, as it often does, to Honduras; where my heart always finds its way. Many of the people in remote areas have never had a photograph of anyone they’ve ever loved and when loved ones pass on, it is only that fuzzy and careless thing we call memory that helps them recall the details. It was then that it occurred to me that I could change this. I could humbly offer this - the act of remembering. I could go. I could capture them and give them themselves, in that moment - now, (because now is all anyone has) for them to hold onto forever.
I had no idea how exactly I was going to bring a photograph to multiple, remote villages in Honduras with no internet, much less, electricity, but come on! In the age of “there’s an app for that” and 3D printers, honestly, I wasn’t too concerned. I mean, if there’s a self scooping cat litter box, there must be a way for me to produce a high quality printed photo instantaneously. Technology did not disappoint. Furthermore, you did not disappoint. Because of your love and support I arrived in San Pedro Sula, Honduras on January 7th 2017. I photographed one hundred families. I hope to go back next year and photograph hundreds more.*
In consideration for writing this piece I was searching for some profundity to share about this trip, about Honduras, the US, about poverty and disparity, and history, but really I feel that there’s nothing new to say on these topics. Though even if it’s not new, I know it’s still relevant. I just felt the best thing it could offer was what came to me as I spoke a couple weeks ago to a group of Girl Scouts about this trip. As I grappled for simplistic, but effective language to express the deeper concepts of disparity and philanthropy to a group of eight year olds, I offered that I was simply doing something that I loved in a way that was helpful and meaningful to others and that everyone “no matter how big or small” (thanks dr. Seuss) has the ability to find something that they love (also no matter how big or small) and offer some piece of that to people around them as an act of love and kindness. This is how we make the world a better place.
It’s also through our own gratitude that we make the world a better place. It is with gratitude that we building and maintain perspective in our lives. It is not that it is impossible (nor should it be) to have negative emotions when we have gratitude, because emotions are not mutually exclusive. However, it becomes more challenging to dwell in a negative space when we’re measuring by what we are grateful for instead of measuring by what is upsetting in our lives.
I mention basic gratitude because I think we too readily jump to pity and to projections of what it means to us to have joy, happiness and success when we’re talking about countries that are, well, not the United States and I’m here to tell you we do not have it figured out and we are not the measuring stick for abundant living simply because we have more and endless choices. Rather, we should cautiously and reverently respond when met with disparity with curiosity about what it means to be happy and healthy and successful to them, not us. Not all frame work is the same.
*A quick word on the serious demeanor of some of the families pictured above. I’ve received comments on how sad, angry, upset or simply unenthused those pictured seem. One consideration I’d like to challenge viewers to take into account is to remember that at the the turn of the century (the 20th century - not the 21st century you spring chickens out there), when photography was relatively new and just gaining steam, families did not smile. The family portrait was a solemn event that required reverence. This was the one chance to immortalize the precious family name. This was not a time for smiles and giggles. This experience was more a kin to sitting in church than a modern casual day on the beach. It was important to me that I not project our current interpretation of what a beautiful family photo means. I wanted them to simply present their most honest selves. So, I didn’t ask for smiles. Nor did I construct a scene that depicted jovial lighthearted families without a care in the world. The result were piercing accounts of fierce pride in mother’s eyes, genuine joy in a father’s embrace, legitimate exhaustion and the vast depth of the arc of the emotional spectrum that is an honest family on their most honest day of living - today, this day, the only day that is guaranteed.
Model's Required: Let's face it; our pets are part of the family and they make us better humans. I'm looking for individuals, couples and families longing to celebrate their four legged family members. We have a finite time on this earth to love and adore them ALMOST as much as they love and adore us. (Of course, we know we could never match their unconditional love.) I'm looking for two loving pet owners longing to have their fur babies take their place among all of the other precious moments proudly displayed in their home. Each lucky winner will receive a luxury $1000 gift certificate for a unique photo experienc. Each winner will need to be available for their luxury session before February 25th. Your photo experience will be used to design your beautiful wall art. 5% of additional sales will be donated evenly between Harley's Haven and Home At Last Dog Rescue.
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On Thursday evening I received a message from Tom asking for a photographer for his impending proposal to Brittany. Twenty-four hours later I found myself crouched behind a tree, in the a pile of leaves, at 9:00 at night in 35 degree weather asking a very kind and patient mustachioed man to just trim a few more of these saplings that are in my field of vision. I was loving every moment of it because if there’s one thing that brings me joy like none other (besides the joy of the people I’m photographing) it’s collaborating and team work.
Tom had a vision. It included photographs in the dark, which initially I explained was problematic. He could choose grain and unpredictable shadows or he could choose flash which is abrasive and confusing when you’re walking down a path and your love has suddenly fallen on his knee and then there are bright lights and one begins to think, “Is this the second coming?” or “Am I having a seizure?” or they just have a seizure because flashing lights.
The man knew his way around a camera though and armed with that knowledge chose grain and unpredictable shadows as an art form. We both embraced the “Yes.” and trusting eachother’s judgements and capabilities, we moved forward with the project. What transpired next was 12 hours of hilarious texts that included but were not limited to Bitmojis and ninja gifs in preparation for the big moment. His final text read “t-minus 5″ Mine included a lonely photo of the mustachioed man on one knee to no one (for light testing purposes) and outlined exactly how Tom was to set the stage.
All that was left was the moment to unfold. Brittany and Tom were pure magic - all light and joy. It was an honor to be apart of their giddy wonder and gorgeous symmetry. Some photographers find themselves in the snow bluffs of the Kazakstan patiently waiting for the allusive snow leopard. I find myself in a pile of leave in New Hope waiting for the impending engaged couple. It suits me well.
Here I’ve assembled a couple favorite family portrait moments from 2016. May you feel the awe, wander and elation that these moments represent.
I have discussed dire circumstances at hospitals in Honduras in my previous posts. I want to take a moment and reflect on the beautiful people and culture of Honduras. I had the pleasure visiting this wonderful country shortly after a coup and during the Independence Day Celebrations. Nationalism was at high during that time and it was exciting to be a part of celebrations and discussions that involved a nation in transition.
Today is Giving Tuesday . I hope you’ll consider making a donation in someone’s honor as a christmas gift. Please consider this project which is very near and dear to my heart.
For many of you, I personally know what your family portraits mean to you. I have had the joy of providing you with those images and seeing your faces light up and hearing your kind words about how you treasure each moment. Yet, there are so many who will never know that joy.
So many have expressed the depth of gratitude you feel in having a beautiful portrait with a loved one who has recently passed away - capturing the ephemeral. I know that gratitude too, having loved ones pass on, but looking fondly and often at times we shared together. So many will never have this basic gift.
It would be an honor if you will consider helping me provide the gift of one family portrait to isolated and impoverished families in Honduras. Click the link to read more details. Please share this post liberally. Happy Giving Tuesday!
Finally, thank you so much for taking the time to digest this, amongst all of the adorable puppies, kittens, babies and inevitable shouting of opinions that I’m sure inundates your newsfeed.
Click on this link to read more about the project and donate with the click of a button. https://www.crowdrise.com/photographyforacause/fundraiser/kristenkidd
In my journey toward making the family portrait project in Honduras come to fruition, many shifts have developed in it’s germination (as with all things that must grow). First, the project has been retitled: Retrato/Portrait. The date of completion is Jan/Feb 2017. Thank goodness for this too, since I have a lot to prepare yet and a long way to go raising funds. Finally, a gallery has expressed interest in displaying the copies of the family portrait images in exhibition.
Today I want to share the Bio, Artist Statement and Description of Work I wrote as a proposal to the gallery. I believe that this shines such a poignant light on what it is I hope to accomplish. I want to share it as well, because as someone who has already donated or someone who may donate in the near future, I believe you deserve the same level of insight as a gallery that would host my work. Of course, having said that; click on this link if you’d like to donate with the click of a button. https://www.crowdrise.com/photographyforacause/fundraiser/kristenkidd
Lastly, I want to give special thanks so my brother, Jacob, who, with tremendous passion, has helped me vet the nuances and language of this project. Also, thanks to my husband, David, who tirelessly listens to my visions and conundrums; patiently offering advice (or not; dependent on what I need at the time).
Without further delay:
Biography Kristen Kidd is a photographer and advocate living in Lansdale Pennsylvania. A native of rural, southern Virginia, she began photographing her family’s highly cultivated, though miniature, farm at the age of 15 when she picked up her father’s vintage Olympus. The desire to photograph flora and fauna soon gave way to an inclination toward people. Beginning with her early experiences photographing nursing home residents, with whom she volunteered and her mother worked, the desire to capture the dynamics of social complexities grew. Accordingly, Kristen has built a dual career track, on the one hand advocating for individuals with intellectual disabilities while, on the other, developing her photography skills and a rich portfolio of images of people from a variety of backgrounds and cultures. Her interest in Honduras began on a volunteering expedition with the local nonprofit Mujeres Amigas Miles Apart (MAMA) Project, during which she brought her camera and captured the journey as an amateur while assisting in medical brigades and building a community center. A second trip with the same organization brought her back as a photojournalist on behalf of MAMA. In recent years Kristen has built a business that is established on the principles of embracing equality, diversity and community. These core values ground her projects in an enhanced awareness of the critical issues facing our world and, she hopes, suggest the intentional steps we can take to “be the change we wish to see in the world.”
Artist’s Statement I am given the distinct pleasure of photographing families, couples, and individuals in their greatest moments of joy. Yet, I am acutely aware that these family portraits – experiences and objects that my day-to-day work positions as basic rites of passage – are an unattainable luxury to a vast percentage of the world. The vision for this project stems from the deep rooted memory of what it meant to the individuals and families that I photographed in Honduras. To see their faces illuminated on the tiny screen of my camera brought them such joy. They relished the confirmation that their likeness was saved in space and time. They asked for nothing in return. The joy of knowing they were preserved, somewhere, served as elation enough. These families will never know preserving a memory of their family in a moment in time. When loved ones pass on, they strain to remember faces when we hang portraits, scroll Facebook and flip through albums. I want to consider what happens when we take an object that is intrinsically a part of our society, an icon; such as the family portrait and we place it in an environment in which it is a privilege, typically left only to the elite. I want to wrestle with what it means to the viewer who receives this image of their family juxtaposed to the viewer who receives these images to behold on display in a gallery setting. It is worth considering this because it’s good to give and because it’s good to reflect, with gratitude, on the gamut of what he have, what we take for granted and what is valued sharing in the human experience. The family portrait, be it casual snap shot, polaroid, disposable camera or an image preserved on archival canvas, captured by the most revered photographer of our time; it is not food, water or shelter, but it is the one possession that most people agree they would consider running back into a burning building to save, once all loved ones made it out safely.
Description of the work “Retrato/Portrait” will capture what is likely to be the only portrait that these families will ever have in the remote regions of Honduras. Up to 400 families will be photographed on Fuji Film Instax 3.25”x4.4” instant film. One image will be provided to the family and second image will be retained by the photographer. The second image will be brought back, mounted and framed for a gallery exhibition.
I posted this one year ago on Giving Tuesday. My trip to Honduras is coming to fruition. I leave in a little over a month. I’m humbly asking, for what I’m excited to declare will be my final time, for a donation to this cause. You can read all about the project here and at the website where you can also, easily and conveniently, make a donation. Please share this post liberally. https://www.crowdrise.com/photographyforacause/fundraiser/kristenkidd
I hope that as you cherish your own photographic icons of you and your loved ones, you’ll consider helping others have a keep sake to remember their families.
I’m so very excited about this new chapter of the photographic experience that I have the joy of providing to each of my clients. Wall art collections have become my new passion and the passion of each personI have the honor of immortalizing. I wanted to share my most recent collection designed by Beth and her family. These pieces tell the story of her and her first rescue - Harley which led her through her journey into becoming a veterinarian and founder of the rescue; Harley’s Haven. The story crescendos as her son, Connor adopts his first puppy and declares his desire to carry the torch and become a second generation veterinarian. The warmth I feel in my heart in having the honor of telling this story simply can’t be adequately explained in words. The most important part of all of this is the insurmountable joy that they feel every time they lay eyes on this moment in their history.