Bubble Blowing for Easter {Fine Art Photography, Effingham, Illinois}

 

My mom and I made a scavenger hunt for the kids on Easter.  They had to go all over the farm, into the woods, out to the pond, up trees, through cricks, under troll bridges, and into leprechaun holes.  The 'big' prize at the end were some bubbles buried in the big sand pile under the treehouse.  I watched them dig and run up to the house twice for more clues as to where exactly the prize was buried. Finally I had to go out and dig it up for them.  I had only buried it a couple inches under the sand, but by the time they had gotten done frantically searching, the sand was piled everywhere!  It even took me a bit to find where I had buried it.  By the end of it, I felt kind of bad the 'big' prize was so lame with all the work they put into it. Luckily, they all seemed thrilled with the bubbles, and continued to blow bubbles out underneath the treehouse for quite awhile.

And the all time best 'bubble whisperer' was Krista!  She could consistently blow the biggest bubbles of all.  Congratulations Krista!

 

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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.