Here are a few images of Rebecca Williams Photography Wall Art in clients’ homes.
Here are a few images of Rebecca Williams Photography Wall Art in clients’ homes.
During the past 24 hours I’ve been frantically trying to overhaul/fix my website. It seemed as though every time I would correct one error, two more would appear. Such is the life of an IT professional.
The new WordPress theme I’m using required background images and I LOVED the images that were in the demo site, so I decided to create my own – with a hint of green, my favorite color.
I created this brochure for my portfolio using the photographs I captured from my brief travels around Turkey. It could be many more pages long, but I wanted just a few highlights. Perhaps I’ll add to it in the future. Feel free to download and enjoy, but please do not alter it! Also, please credit me if you share it!
Ryan and I have been looking at houses. As retirement quickly approaches, he thinks there is a good chance he could finish his USAF career here in Little Rock. If that’s the case, then we would rather own a house than pay “rent” to the housing office on base. (I, however, am not convinced, and I think we still have one or two more PCS’s in our future, but I wouldn’t mind having space that is my own.) The last house we walked through yesterday had new granite countertops, two living areas, nice master bath; the house was beautiful. I was quietly staring out onto the deck – to the creek running through the yard beyond when Ryan came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “This house makes me sad.” I was surprised and asked why. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and sighed, “I walk through and look at the pictures. I see the dad holding a baby, then I see the little girl grow up. Next, he’s walking her down the isle, and then he is holding her baby – he’s an old man. They are selling this house because their kids are gone. It’s sad.”
It is unlike Ryan to be sentimental (except with his damn car), and his words stuck with me. That house was the 27th house we’ve walked through and the only one that made him feel that way. I’m not sure what made that house different, and as we drove away Ryan commented that every house has a story, but not one so obvious. Maybe that’s why we are looking to buy a house – we want a book in which to write our story. Our story is currently told on torn pages from five different houses, four different bases, two different countries. The pages are scattered about and in boxes. One of the benefits (disadvantages?) of moving every few years is that I keep my walls current. Old portraits are replaced, put in boxes, and the new ones are up. Our walls tell only a chapter or two.
I would like to think that the couple selling that house yesterday are moving closer to their grandkids. They will spend the rest of their lives happy and fulfilled and they will look back at the “big house” and smile at the brick binding, the drywall pages, the granite words, and hardwood photos. Their story isn’t finished, they are starting a new volume.
Ryan and I are still looking for our book, but our story is being written. It is agonizing sometimes, not knowing what to expect, how long we are going to be here, not having a concrete plan. However, our pages are waiting to be put together on the walls of a big house. My hope is that our big house is filled with joy, laughter, and happiness. In thirty years, when Ryan and I sit on our back porch and think back over our lives, I doubt we will feel sad. We will look at our story, at our scribbled, scratched, and taped pages from all over the country and world, and we will smile.
Here we are again! Same base. Same street. New squadron. Ryan is learning to fly the C130J and the kids and I are trying to fall into a comfortable rhythm around his dynamic schedule. Our current read aloud book is A Girl of the Limberlost and it’s one of those books that leaves you warm and fuzzy after every chapter. The book takes place mostly outdoors, so I find myself longing for a back porch that overlooks the woods where I can sit and listen to the birds chirp and the leaves rustle. After two years in Turkey, We are all looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas in the United States this year.
We haven’t completely settled in here yet, and I’m not sure what’s holding us back. Maybe Ryan’s school? I’m not ready to start up my business yet. It hurts so much to leave my clients, that I think I’ve reached a point at which I’m afraid to even build the relationships. Does that make sense? I’m not sure. I have photos on my camera from the past four months that I haven’t downloaded. I look at the camera and my heart feels heavy. Some days I consider never starting my business again. But, I am pretty sure it’s just a temporary discouragement attributable to the Air Force lifestyle. Many would say, “Suck it up.” A few would say, “I understand”. You know who you are, and I need to hear both. 🙂 Thankfully, when I’m out shopping I see toddlers bouncing around and I get the familiar pull to capture them on film (digital sensor); so, I don’t think I’m out for the count. Just on a loooong break. I do appreciate everyone who has asked me when I’ll be available for portraits – it makes me feel quite loved.
I recently celebrated my 40th birthday and my most treasured gift was from my oldest son, who decided to stay and visit with me for a month. I love the relationship with my adult children – we’ve moved from parent/child to mentor/mentee, and I cherish it. Logan and I have been reading many books and discussing many topics, both abstract and current events. Having Logan here just reinforces the positives of being back at Little Rock.
It is a new and different experience to return to a base we’ve been stationed at previously. While we know the area and the available amenities, some of the people have changed and the outlook is different – more relaxed. I believe that the new year will find us hitting our stride and making the most of our second tour at The Rock. Now, on this November morning, I return to my coffee and to my latest (rediscovered) book: Tarzan! If you’ve never read it, you MUST! If you have boys who are reluctant to read, read a couple chapters of Tarzan and then lay the book down. I wouldn’t be surprised if you find them pick it up and try to continue on their own.
I am not a “mess” person. When my kids ask to play with paint, I imagine the paint falling out of the container, I think of the water spilling, I think of the wet brushes scraping across my table and walls, I imagine the not yet dry works of art falling onto my floor, and I say, “No”. When they ask to play in the hose, I see the muddy clothes tracked through my house, and I say, “No”. Unless I can take the time to hover, my kids are denied all kinds of creative freedoms.
So, when Abigail came to me, open cookbook in hand, and asked to bake a cake, she already had the look of disappointment spreading across her face as I said, “Yes!”
“Wait. So, I can?” she confirmed excitedly.
“Yes. But you have to clean up your mess.” And she did! She followed the recipe, made the cake, and cleaned everything up all by herself! Since then, I’ve let her do more activities that are messy. Does she clean up as thoroughly as I would? Of course, not. But she tries. And you know what? A little pink paint on the floor is a small price to pay for the glow of independence I see in her eyes.
P.S. I helped her put the cake in the oven and take it out… Baby Steps to cooking freedom. 🙂
I’m offering studio portraits for the next week. I’m not going to say this will never happen again, but I will say that I will be gone for a month in February, hopefully will pack out in April, and will leave Turkey for good in May. It’s not likely I’ll be able to offer portraits again while I’m here. So, if you want a Rebecca Williams portrait – now is the time!
What you get (all from same image):
What you need to do:
1. Email or FB Message me with the best day and time of day that works for you. (Monday afternoon, Tuesday morning, Friday evening). I will respond with an appointment time and a PayPal invoice for the full $60. I will also be at WinterFest – so you can reserve your time there if you wish!
2. Pay the invoice. If you prefer not to use PayPal, you can bring me cash or a check, but the session must be paid in full to reserve your spot. (Fee is completely refundable if someone gets ill or if you are not happy with your image)
3. Show up! Show up at your reserved time and we’ll have a blast! You will have your digital images within a week, and the Bonjour print not long after. I will provide detailed instructions for ordering your holiday cards through www.mpix.com using their $.19 print option!
I’ve been here 18 months (almost). In that time I’ve had many, many people ask me “how do I get you to take my son’s/daughter’s/kids/family’s pictures?” Every time I’ve replied with “I’m sorry, I’m not taking clients while I’m here.” For where I am in my business, I just couldn’t design a structure that would allow me to market to a majority of the base, while maintaining the principle that I hold dear: Quality product for the wall above all else. Being stationed here is quite disadvantageous for running an established business. I can not use the vendors I’ve built a relationship with in the States, which means I can’t charge what I charge in the States, which means I can’t spend the time with each client that I do when I’m in the States, and so on, and so forth, until my brain hurt and I decided it’s just not worth it.
But, I was not being honest with myself. It is worth it. I truly believe everyone should have a portrait of their kids on the wall. The portrait should stop the parents when they walk down the hall and make them smile. Their kids should see that portrait hanging in the hall. Printed portraits are important. But, it takes time to meet with, discuss, plan, design, choose, order, and deliver printed product. I needed to get my time with each client down. I needed a way to make it happen. When I saw the announcement for WinterFest, I knew that was the answer! An event! Multiple clients at one time. I could set up my studio, get one quality portrait to be printed for the wall, and as a bonus, give the digital image so parents could print additional for friends and family. It is a compromise, yes. I would love to be able to spend hours with each client – help them design a wall of portraits in custom frames; but, that’s just not feasible. I’ll settle for offering a quality portrait printed at Bonjour for the wall. Are you in?
When I was last in the States, my sisters and I scoured the internet looking for the perfect place to spend our Istanbul vacation. Beth and I spotted it right away, but the price kept Pam from agreeing. Finally, we wore her down and she relented to stay in the five bedroom “villa” in a little fishing village on the Bosphorus.
The week with my sisters was amazing – it was so good to spend time with family. Istanbul was okay too. I was sad when we pulled away, but happy knowing that the next time I see them I’ll be “home”.
I know I have the About Me page, but after reading all about what I love, you might want to know more – what makes me tick, what are my passions, where does my heart lie? I’ve selected a few blog posts from the past that I feel will give you a deeper understanding of who I am. Enjoy.
First, a celebration of my seven year anniversary in photos.
Next, a list of what I’m most thankful for (inspired by the daily November posts of Facebook).
While you’re feeling sad from those, you might as well read about the greatest heartache of my life.
Now, a celebration!
And, finally, I leave you with a funny.
This weekend we went out exploring Roman ruins a couple of hours’ drive from Incirlik. I captured a few images that I could use as backdrops in my digital portrait work. Then, last night, I captured a few images of the kids to use as “practice”. What do you think? Can you tell she’s been “dropped” in?
It was cold. Below freezing cold. The Polar Vortex (a term I’d never heard before) of 2014 was in full effect in northern Ohio. Driving the five miles from my sister Cindy’s house to my sister Debbie’s house required bundling the kids from head to foot just to get the to the rented Nissan we were driving. The wind was angry and wanted our skin as we marched through snowdrifts from the driveway to the front door. As we removed hats, gloves, scarves, boots, and coats in the entryway, we started to thaw from the heat of the wood-burning stove. The afternoon was spent in love, laughter and music. Although the temperature was freezing, my heart was warmed.
Friend. Such a dynamic word. We use it to describe so many of our tribe: acquaintances, fellow squadron members, those confined (blessed?) to the same base. As these relationships develop, the word starts to grow – to change. The same word now describes trust, honor, love; but, when spoken there is no distinction between the two meanings. That is left to the individuals involved who know they have gone beyond the first and have unexpectedly stumbled upon the second. It is a bond and a knowledge that is unspoken and necessary. We need and crave that second level, though rare it is. Today, I am so thankful for the friends in my life; because without them, I could not deal with the “friends” in my life.