Were you ever curious on how The Sorting Hat was chosen to be the object that made the uptime decision in placing Witches and Wizards alike and not into their correct housing Well here’s a brief description on how The Sorting Hat came to be...
“The Sorting Hat does not appear in my earliest plans for Hogwarts. I debated several different methods for sorting students (because I knew from early on that there would be four houses, all with very different qualities). The first was an elaborate, Heath Robinson-ish machine that did all kinds of magical things before reaching a decision, but I did not like it: it felt at once too complicated, and too easy. Next I placed four statues of the four founders in the Entrance Hall, which came alive and selected students from the throng in front of them while the school watched. This was better, but still not quite right. Finally, I wrote a list of the ways in which people can be chosen: eeny meeny miny mo, short straws, chosen by team captains, names out of a hat – names out of a talking hat – putting on a hat – the Sorting Hat.” J.K. Rowling.
Wouldn’t it be weird to see something other than the Hat sort Hogwarts students Could you imagine something different from what she suggested I couldn’t imagine anything magical about that machine she mentioned earlier 😂
Happy Friday Jr. Friends and Don’t forget to stay tuned for Feature Friday Tomorrow ✨
This was my first time shooting a Mother/Daughter session, and I was so moved by it that I hope to incorporate many more into my business. I am not a mom, but as a family photographer and a daughter myself, I’m starting to realize how fleeting being a parent must feel. A few years back, my mom told me a story that has stuck with me
When I graduated college, I moved back to Texas and lived at home for a few months before making the decision to move to Seattle. My parents were really supportive of my decision, but they couldn’t hide bittersweetness of this transition. After dropping me off at the airport for my one-way-flight to Washington, my mom came home to have a glass of wine on the front porch. Like many moms, she was struggling at the thought of one of her children moving across the country, and the idea that we probably would never live together again. A few minutes in, another neighbor came over to sit down with her, also seeming a bit distraught. “How are you” my mom asked. And the neighbor teared up a bit, saying she had just dropped her daughter off at her first day Kindergarten. She couldn’t believe how quickly time was passing, and that she’d no longer have her daughter with her during the day. My mom chuckled and poured her a glass of wine. They sat in silence for a bit, both respecting the space the other was in. How similar yet different these two spaces were. .
I was so touched by this story. It reminded me that change is inevitable, and that we are all going through it in our own way. Photography has the power to freeze this change— these fleeting moments. I love that about my job.