Photographs Capture More Than Just Images

    I love looking at photographs. That's because a good one captures so much more than just the image. It captures memories.

Photographs Capture More Than Just Images

    A talented photographer will seize images that show feeling. Photographs are so much more than just the people that are in them. They are snippets of a time, a place, a memory. Pictures freeze a moment in time, to forever be remembered. Don't trust your special day to just anyone. Find a photographer that knows how much your memories mean to you. 

Summit Shah

    Summit Shah isn't just your average human, snapping pictures. Instead he specializes in capturing your important life moments with his stellar photography. If you're looking to preserve memories of a special day or a time, then you need to contact Summit! He will even come to you! Summit has a current passport, and loves to travel. Which means, wherever you are, chances are, he can be there too! All you have to do is ask. 

A New School Year, Means New Seniors

    The 2018/2019 school year is creeping upon us. (I actually have quite a few friends whose kids are already into their new school year.) If you have a Senior student, then it's never too early to look into their senior portraits. Think about it this way. This could very well be the last images you get your teen to sit for, so you might as well get the best that you can. Summit will capture your child in all of their glory, for you to cherish for years to come.

The beauty of a German Shepherd :)

Newborns? Engagements? Family Reunions?

    If you have a new addition to your family, Summit would be glad to snap images of your precious bundle of joy! Whether you want images to announce your engagement, or you would like him to tag along to your family reunion, he can do that too. Summit will take photos of your special wedding day, and even join you if you choose to elope, but still want photographs to share with loved ones. He even does Bar and Bat Mitzvah and Quinceanera photos. Which means you can focus on having a good time and cherishing your loved ones special day. Summit will focus on seizing those memories for you to enjoy for years to come.  Imagine yourself ten or twenty years from now. When you flip back through those photos, and are transported to that time or place. Those memories, those feelings, are priceless. (Just like your loved ones!)

Most see a weed. I see beauty!

Are You a Hobbyist Photographer?

    I certainly am. When we leave the house I always have my camera and my phone on me. I drive my poor family batty by snapping pictures of everything and anything! Whether it be them, or the flora and fauna that surrounds us, I am capturing it in images. I have an entire folder of "weeds." Most people may look at a plant and see a weed. I don't. I look at it and see beauty. Sometimes the most beautiful things are what most consider to be useless. 

    Summit Shah even has tips to help people who want to turn their passion, into an income. He has tips on his blog for ways to turn your photographic hobby into a profitable income. 

Our Christmas Story

                                                              REAL OR FAKE?????

 Well if you must know, they are REAL, all me baby!!! Oh wait, I was talking about trees, not my boobs! Sadly our tree is fake. She's a cutie though. However, I would be lying if I said I didn't long for a REAL Christmas tree.

 The scent of pine. The needles in the carpet (hey the fake tree sheds too, and they are a b!tch to vacuum up too!) The excitement when you find the good luck bird's nest in the branches. Hoping you don't find a squirrel ;) (Come on, that made for some funny movie memories in Natl' Lampoons!)



 More over, what I miss is the family time, and the memories we made. We would bundle up. Complete with scarves wrapped around our heads and covering our mouths. (ok, that part I hated. Something about slobbery yarn covering my face still makes me gag. MOUTH BREATHER!)

 We would be bundled head to toe (except the one year it was so warm, we went wearing shorts, damn Mother Nature!) and head to to the tree farm. We didn't sing Christmas Carols though.... We sang along to the radio. So at that time it was Madonna, Tears for Fears, Phil Collins... You 80's babies know what I am talking about ;)

 Once at the tree farm, we walked for what seemed like miles!!!! The snow was always deep because it drifted up around the trees. Daddy would NEVER choose a pre cut tree. That would be too easy!!! Actually, in his words, "pre cut lose their needles too fast. WE need a FRESH one!" And so we did.

 Then came the dysfunction, which of course would escalate as the day wore on. Dad wants this one. Sissy wants this one. Bug (that was my nickname) wants this one. Mom agrees with dad because they were so in love, they just did that. Vice Versa if mom saw one she liked first, Dad would agree with her. The dilemma! Which to choose. Dad would come and look each tree over. It was like a modeling contest for fir trees! He got to make the final call. Then it was cuttin' time!!!

 We ALWAYS argued over whose turn it was to saw the tree. I don't understand why we did that, now. We NEVER cut the whole damn thing down! We would make a few passes, and then whine it was too hard. Daddy would then take over. He would sometimes give it back to us at the end, and let one of us make the final cuts that would knock our tree loose from the stump.

 Time to drag this damn thing to the car. Now that we are in Timbuktu, we must get this bugger back to the car! There was a LOT of whining about  this part. I won't lie, mainly from ME!!! Then my sister would be yammering, "SHUT UP Courtney! You're such a WUSS!!!! MOM!!!! Tell her to STOP!" Ahhh, I remember it like it was yesterday ;)

 Once there, came the task of getting that bad boy onto the roof and tying it down. In those days, we didn't pay the extra to get it baled. Times were tough. So we fought amongst sticky branches, and pokey needles to get it tied down to the car. Well, mostly dad and mom. By this point the whiny kids (US) were put in the car to zip lips.

 Now we had to freeze driving home because we couldn't ROLL (yep, roll, no electric windows for us!) our windows up, due to the tree ropes running through them. Once there, it was time to drag that bad boy into the house, and get it into the stand. Mom and dad at this point would get it set up. Maybe argue a bit over how straight it was, then get the lights on.



 Sissy and I were now thawed out, and we knew to steer clear of the stringing of the lights. You see, this was the part that sent our calm and collected father over the edge. Matter of fact, if you heard, "You dirty rotten....." You RAN!!!! The slew of cuss words that followed would make a sailor blush! NO KIDDING!!!




 Once that was said and done, we became a picture perfect family. The Christmas music came on. The decorating began. Now, with every ornament we took turns talking about the memory behind it. You see, many people do their tree in colors or themes. Not us. We trim our tree in memories. EVERY ornament has a story. Every ornament a memory.

 This is the tradition I will NEVER forget. We still do this with Liam. We each put on our special ornaments. I tell Liam who got him what, and how old he was. Or how old he was when he made certain ones with me. I then put on the ones from my childhood, and we talk about my memories attached to each one.

 Our tree is a story. A memory. Our lives. And that my friends, is one of the BEST parts of Christmas <3

 Now that I think of it, it doesn't matter if our tree is real or fake. We still make wonderful memories with it. And we still enjoy the time together, trimming our tree. (there is just less freezing and bickering involved) :P

For your enjoyment, I give you, THE 12 PAINS OF CHRISTMAS LEGO style :)

                                                       
                                                                        <3 <3 <3 <3