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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 04 Feb 2012 23:41:57 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Shutter Sisters</title><subtitle>home</subtitle><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/atom.xml"/><updated>2012-02-04T08:00:50Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>wonderland</title><category term="adventure"/><category term="beauty"/><category term="fun"/><category term="landscape"/><category term="moments"/><category term="sisterhood"/><category term="stillness"/><category term="story"/><category term="travel"/><category term="winter"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/4/wonderland.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/4/wonderland.html"/><author><name>Tracey Clark</name></author><published>2012-02-04T08:00:50Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:00:50Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/tracey/02042012_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1328331247992" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>"This is what a Utah winter looks like," she told me as she drove me from Salt Lake City up to Park City, Utah. I marveled from the passanger side as huge snowflakes poured out of the vast bucket sky.</p>
<p>Click, click, click.</p>
<p>Through the windshield I snapped image after image of the landscape that surrounded us. amazed by what I saw.&nbsp;It had <a title="" href="http://www.traceyclark.com/blog/2012/1/25/oh-the-weather-outside.html" target="_blank">rained all day </a>until all of the sudden, it turned to snow. And minutes later, a total transformation from all gray to winter white. I don't recall ever seeing anything quite like it. We could have been on the moon for all I knew.</p>
<p>It was a long and harrowing drive for most of the people on the road that afternoon but not for her. And even if it was, she wouldn't let on. Apologizing all over myself for the amount of time I was stealing from her day and for the traffic and for the weather, she urged, "This is the magic, Tracey. I wasn't going to let you miss the magic."</p>
<p>And I didn't. Those 24 hours were filled with picturesque views, real winter <a title="" href="ss_temp_url" target="_blank">weather</a>, my camera, big boots, bright lights, warmth, inspiration, and friendship. In a word; magic.</p>
<p>Share with us today your wonderland. When you gaze outside your window, what magic awaits you? Let's see the landscape that surrounds you today.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>time capsule</title><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/3/time-capsule.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/3/time-capsule.html"/><author><name>xanthe berkeley</name></author><published>2012-02-03T08:00:00Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:00:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/sslittle.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1328214659812" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>As a photographer, I&rsquo;m a memory gatherer... not just the big stuff like birthdays, weddings, holidays etc&hellip; but those everyday moments&hellip; the ordinary&hellip; the in-between moments&hellip; the little things we may not feel are that are important right now, but what we may look back on and realize were big things.</p>
<p>So I&rsquo;ve been gathering memories, collecting the everyday moments in my life, and using video &amp; photos packaged up into films and freezing that moment in time. I&rsquo;m calling them time capsules. I know that time flies by, and what happens today, will be different to how life will be next year... in 5 years, 10 years and so on&hellip; and I want to remember the little things.</p>
<p>Today I&rsquo;m giving away one spot on my first eCourse &ndash; <a href="http://www.xantheberkeley.com/creating-time-capsules/" target="_blank">Creating Time Capsules,</a> where I plan to <span style="color: #1a1a1a;" lang="EN-US">set you on a journey of discovery and inspiration so that you can make your own, delightful, memory-evoking time capsules... All the details are <a href="http://www.xantheberkeley.com/creating-time-capsules/" target="_blank">here.</a></span></p>
<p>For a chance to win, please comment below or show me a moment you&rsquo;ve photographed&hellip; what memory have you frozen in time? big or little&hellip; something you would add to your imaginary time capsule. &nbsp;</p>
<p>You have until Saturday 4<sup>th</sup> Feb midnight PST and I will announce the winner in this post....</p>
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<p><a href="http://vimeo.com/33151300">11.11.11 : part one : our morning routine</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user4097983">xanthe berkeley</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>on my windowsill</title><category term="beauty"/><category term="kim klassen"/><category term="texture"/><category term="windows"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/2/on-my-windowsill.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/2/on-my-windowsill.html"/><author><name>Kim Klassen</name></author><published>2012-02-02T14:31:46Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:31:46Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span>&nbsp;</span></span></p>
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<p>I bought a dozen roses at the super market the other day. I divided them into 4 bottles. I have them sitting throughout our home. It's always nice to have a little touch of pretty in different rooms. Don't you think?</p>
<p>This sits on our kitchen windowsill.... right by the sink. It's lovely to <em>see</em> and <em>smell</em> as I do the dishes.</p>
<p>How about you? Share a little touch of something <em>pretty</em> with us today.&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>leaping into february</title><category term="fun"/><category term="jump"/><category term="leap"/><category term="one word project"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/1/leaping-into-february.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/2/1/leaping-into-february.html"/><author><name>meredith winn</name></author><published>2012-02-01T08:00:10Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:00:10Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/meredith/2012012_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327952556701" alt="" /></p>
<p>Welcome, February!</p>
<p>This month provides us with a leap year. It's also the start of the great dreaded month of February in New England: when Vitamin D diminishes, when our woodpile slowly retreats back into the woodshed as we keep our home warm day after day and night after night. Winters are long and February is the peak of cabin fever (so I hear) yet this is me: outwardly (and somewhat annoyingly) positive about this month.</p>
<p>The day I took this it was warm, 35 degrees and sunny. I ventured out in long johns and actually broke a sweat running through the snow from camera to snow fort to snap this shot. All the while laughing, right? This is what I love about jump shots. They change the chemistry of your mood.</p>
<p>This month we are introducing <em>leap</em> as our One Word for the month of February. It doesn't necessarily mean you have to defy gravity. Leaping can mean taking steps in new directions, trying to adventures, stepping outside of your comfort zone. &nbsp;Leap&nbsp;however you see fit. Leap because it&rsquo;s scary. Jump because it makes you smile. Leap because it makes your heart race. <a title="http://meredithwinn.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/now/" href="http://meredithwinn.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/now/" target="_blank">Leap into life with both feet because why not</a>? Jump because life is not about stagnation. <a title="http://mainemomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/now.html" href="http://mainemomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/now.html" target="_blank">Leap in the face of new adventures</a>. Leap and then leap again.</p>
<p>Won't you play along with us this month? Show us what leaping means to you. Be sure to enter your images in the <a title="http://www.flickr.com/groups/shuttersistersonewordproject/" href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/shuttersistersonewordproject/" target="_blank">OWP flickr pool</a> and <a title="http://shuttersisters.com/onewordproject/" href="http://shuttersisters.com/onewordproject/" target="_blank">check here daily</a> to see if your photos have been showcased!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>trust</title><category term="inspiration"/><category term="one word project"/><category term="words"/><category term="you"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/31/trust.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/31/trust.html"/><author><name>Kristin Zecchinelli</name></author><published>2012-01-31T08:00:43Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:00:43Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/kristin/6767120831_653b9e6bb4_o.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327633058201" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>What a great month it has been watching all<a href="http://shuttersisters.com/onewordproject/" target="_blank"> 'your words' </a>appear here  and in our <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/shuttersistersonewordproject/pool/" target="_blank">One Word Project pool </a>on Flickr.  However you chose it, may your word  serve you well.  May it guide you, encourage you, remind you, inspire  you.  May it whisper to your soul when you need it most.  May it push you past the not so good days and help you celebrate all life has in store for you. You have only just begun your journey this year,&nbsp; now you need to have faith that your word is <em>the one</em>, and then trust in  the process.  Embrace this new year, as you have embraced your  word.  If you are still searching for your word, it will come, trust in  that.  Perhaps when you least expect it, or stop trying to find it, it  will find you. If you need a little extra inspiration check out all the amazing images contributed this month in the OWP pool, or  perhaps re-watch that great<a href="http://vimeo.com/35574090" target="_blank"> video </a>Chris so beautifully curated last week in her <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/24/the-power-of-one.html" target="_blank">"power of one"</a> post.  (if you missed it last Tuesday, do click on over now) I love that video, it feels so powerful.</p>
<p>I can wholeheartedly  say I really feel <a href="http://mainemomma.blogspot.com/2012/01/become.html" target="_blank">my word </a>this year.  It was not at all the word I thought I needed.&nbsp; In the beginning of January when I began contemplating a word for me and my year, I was feeling words like <em>simplify, center, &amp;</em><em> balance,</em> all good things, but internally I knew something was missing and it was holding me back from fully committing to any one of those words.&nbsp; Then a dear friend and I spoke and she shared her heart with me and that she too was feeling many of those words but that they did not feel proactive enough. That was exactly it!&nbsp; As soon as she said that I knew that was what my heart was longing for, an action word!&nbsp; Those, to me, seem riskier, scarier, therefore making me more vulnerable.&nbsp; That may be true, but that is just what I need to push myself this year. On my drive home that day my word hit me, <em>become</em>.&nbsp; Now I am embracing it, fears, nerves and all. My word is speaking loudly and I am listening.</p>
<p>Tomorrow we begin a new month and announce a new one word,  but we have  right now to celebrate all of our individual words one last time. Tell us, how do  you feel about<em> your word</em>, are you <em>trusting in the process</em>? Do you feel it doing its work?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>my monday word</title><category term="creativity"/><category term="found words"/><category term="one word project"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/30/my-monday-word.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/30/my-monday-word.html"/><author><name>xanthe berkeley</name></author><published>2012-01-30T09:36:20Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:36:20Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/xanthe/sswebcalm1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327916213458" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Words... they&rsquo;ve had a big impact on me this month... I&rsquo;ve taken to writing them on stones and leaving them around the house... and I whisper the word as I pass by it. It may sound silly, but it&rsquo;s really working for me. <br /><br />Here&rsquo;s the word I need today... <strong>calm</strong>... for a Monday, with a busy week ahead of work, needing to focus, and not get overwhelmed.... alongside all the life stuff that comes my way. I'd like to be <strong>calm.</strong><br /><br />What word do you need to whisper to yourself today? Please share with us today.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>a look back</title><category term="archives"/><category term="inspiration"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/29/a-look-back.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/29/a-look-back.html"/><author><name>Kristin Zecchinelli</name></author><published>2012-01-29T16:27:14Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:27:14Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (January 29, 2011.&nbsp; My husband's hands making a loaf of his homemade bread. )</p>
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<p>Today let's simply take a look back.</p>
<p>Where were you this day one year ago?</p>
<p>What did you capture in your lens that day?</p>
<p>Looking back can be fun.&nbsp; You may be surprised by what you find.&nbsp; I hope the look back brings with it a good memory.</p>
<p>Share your look back with us here.</p>
<p>Happy Sunday everyone.&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>object of affection</title><category term="macro"/><category term="moments"/><category term="motherhood"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/28/object-of-affection.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/28/object-of-affection.html"/><author><name>Paige Balcer</name></author><published>2012-01-28T08:00:54Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:00:54Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/012012.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327112350118" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>This tiny stuffed horse might not look like much, but seeing it gives me that inner "awwwww". My son has moved on to bigger and better toys recently. He prefers balls, loud plastic items and constant physical activity. So even looking back on a sweet, soft toy that he loved just a few months ago makes me all sentimental. I better get used to this feeling because it's not going anywhere...for the rest of my life.</p>
<p>But that's one of the many reasons that I keep a camera handy at all times. Now anytime I need an "awwwww" fix I can just look back through my vast photo archives and get that warm fuzzy feeling.</p>
<p>Have you ever photographed an item that can instantly make you smile?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>He Posed for Me</title><category term="black and white"/><category term="family"/><category term="kim klassen"/><category term="motherhood"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/27/he-posed-for-me.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/27/he-posed-for-me.html"/><author><name>Kim Klassen</name></author><published>2012-01-27T08:00:14Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:00:14Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span>&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/01262012_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327591370496" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Finally.... &nbsp;one of my boys agreed to pose for me. Perhaps it was a weak moment. Really it doesn't matter. What matters is he posed for me. &nbsp;Woo hoo!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I've been wanting to take Bryce's photo forever. But he always has one excuse or another. The truth is, I am not much for taking people pics, so maybe I'm not that persistent. I'm way more comfortable setting up still lifes or photographing Ben. Probably because they don't talk back. 'smile'.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The other day I thought, darn it, I'm going to demand he let's me do it. I casually walked into the living room....all calm, cool and collected. '<em>Bryce, I need to take your picture in the white room. Can you please let me? I need to practice with this new lens</em>.' I was prepared for resistance, so I had a whole speech ready. But he simply stood up and said '<em>sure....as long as I can keep my toque on....</em>' I could not believe it.... I was almost speechless.....</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I didn't waste a moment... Up we went.... and click, click, click... He didn't complain, he followed 'direction'...<em>which is somewhat unusual</em>... And we captured some fabulous shots. Then we popped into the studio and did a little post processing together. The whole experience was perfect.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">This is our favorite shot...I think it really captures who Bryce is. He's a deep thinker... quite serious and I often catch him looking just like this. &nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">How about you? Are you met with resistance when you try to photograph your family? Any tips for me?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Share a family photo with us today.&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Pick me up</title><category term="beauty"/><category term="cameras"/><category term="change"/><category term="everyday"/><category term="gratitude"/><category term="introspection "/><category term="love"/><category term="perspective"/><category term="story"/><category term="vintage"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/26/pick-me-up.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2012/1/26/pick-me-up.html"/><author><name>Tracey Clark</name></author><published>2012-01-26T08:00:14Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:00:14Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/01262012_600a.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1327554013755" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>I've had a rough couple of days. You know the ones. Where everything goes wrong and there's not enough&nbsp;time and you just don't handle&nbsp;things well. Where you lose your cool and let everything get the best of you. The days when you just look forward to bed. I know we've all been there&nbsp;but somehow it doesn't make it any less disheartening.</p>
<p>I was wallowing around, groaning and grumbling about what was probably nothing discernable to anyone,&nbsp;while&nbsp;my husband opened a package that came in the mail. As he pulled out a bundled wad&nbsp;of newspaper about the size of a grapefruit, he slowly uncovered a small box made of polished metal and shiny black plastic.</p>
<p>"I got this for you because...because...you're having a bad day", he said&nbsp;soft and kind with his gentle smile and extended his offering to me.</p>
<p>I went from miserable to grateful in an instant. As&nbsp;I studied the&nbsp;pristine vintage Kodak Brownie Reflex 20,&nbsp;I marveled and smiled back. Totally speechless.</p>
<p>"And look, " he continued, as he lifted the lid that covered the&nbsp;large viewfinder at the top, "it's just like you wanted."</p>
<p>Indeed. There is was, a viewfinder that&nbsp;framed the beautiful world&nbsp;outside of&nbsp;my muddled head;&nbsp;saturated color, bold shapes, bright light and clarity. Like a child, I began to squeal with delight and so began the instantaneous shift from pity party to creative celebration.</p>
<p>Playing with my new toy for about an hour&nbsp;pulled me out of my mood. Not for good unfortunately, for I do believe that hormones will have the best of me for a few more days, but certainly for long enough to be reminded that sometimes a kind gesture, a simple spark, a tiny new way to see the world is all it takes to shine light on the darkest places.</p>
<p>Tell me, when was the last time you had a shift like this, from blue to blush? Was it something someone said? What it using your own camera to mine out the gems of your life? Share with us they way you've experienced your own kind of "pick me up".</p>
<p><em>Image of me holding my new muse (above) courtesy of my 8 year old daughter&nbsp;via my iphone.</em></p>]]></content></entry></feed>
