This is What Happens {Fine Art Photography, Effingham, Illinois}

It's been a long, long, LONG winter, as I'm sure many of you can relate.  I'm one of those people that needs to be outside, and yes, I know I can still go outside, but I'm also one of those people who is always cold.  My fingers are cold, my toes are cold, the tip of my nose is cold...all. the. time. I have the hobo gloves to prove it!  I wear them at all times now, along with multiple layers of clothes, hats and fuzzy booties. Even with all that, I'm still cold.  And what makes it even worse, my husband is always hot.  He's the type of person that likes fans on at high speed no matter what the temperature.  He's maniacal. Anyway, the long and short of it is, I'm going stir crazy with this weather. A major case of cabin fever has struck.  It's suppose to be getting warm out Mother Nature!!!  The jokes over! And what do I do when I go stir crazy and stuck in the house you ask?  I take photos.  Lots of them.  And unfortunately for those around me, they're in my bullseye, and that includes animals as well. No one is safe. Not even myself.

This Spring and Summer are going to be most welcome to me, but until then, I'll try and keep myself entertained. This is what happens...



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 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.