Fighting the Good Fight {Effingham, IL, Fine Art Photography}

Tharin is growing up so fast.  I look at pictures of him now and I hardly recognize the baby that use to live behind those beautiful blue eyes.  It makes my heart hurt a little, but at the same time, I'm so excited to see him grow up and experience new things.  He had a play date with a little friend (check out his friends beautiful curls!) last week and barely even acknowledged I was there.  He was doing his own thing.  He's getting so independent, he needs mommy less and less.  I'm very lucky to even get hugs and kisses now.  He seems to already be growing out of them!!!  I know!!  What?!  I still steal them whenever I want them, but meet more and more resistance.  A weakling he is not.  If he doesn't want to be kissed or hugged, ya gotta fight for it!  The fight always ends up in giggles, but fight you must.  One of these days, before I know it, he will be at that age where hugs and kisses from mom are not cool and that will be it.  Until then, I will continue to fight the good fight.

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Tytia Habing

I am a self taught, natural light photographer, with sixteen years of shooting experience under my belt. Back in the day, I learned to shoot with film, developed it and printed my own photos in my darkroom. I've since moved to digital, but film holds a very dear spot in my heart that I just can't seem to shake. I was supposed to be a horticulturalist and landscape architect...at least that's what my degree's tell me. I followed that path for some time, along with a few other paths, but photography won my heart. Plants and beautiful mother nature is, and will always be, a great inspiration to me. If at all possible, I prefer to shoot outdoors and somehow incorporate nature into the scene. I'm originally from the Watson, Illinois area, but the majority of my adult life I spent living in the Cayman Islands and only moved home to Illinois with my husband and son a few short years ago. I grew up on a small working farm, with acres and acres of natural areas at my disposal. It gave me a great appreciation for the world around me. I roamed wherever I pleased, built forts in the woods, picked wildflowers in the pasture and caught craw-daddies in the crick. My son is taking over the jobs of fort building and craw-daddy hunting, but I'll never give up the picking of wildflowers.