Ashley Warnock // Blog

Girls of a Sullivan's Summer

Summer in the South. If I could put the feelings of summer in a bottle, this would be it. With four beautiful girls, in their annual special spot on Sullivan's Island. I first shot the Colbath's Sullivan summer (or summering if we are verbing it!) back in 2015 – a picturesque cottage with books abound, a plethora of art supplies, cards, hammocks, dogs and this year....skateboards in each appropriate size (wait for it). What I love most is that this was probably not unlike the scene from 50+ years ago, when outdoor play in the salty air was late into the night. Baths were taken in the ocean, and kiddos may not have brushed their hair for a week. I like to think it will never change, and I am so grateful to Molly & Greg for giving me the most amazing subjects to work with – and the joy of watching them continue to grow into amazing young ladies. A little glimpse of now, and then. Happy last few weeks of summer y'all, soak it up. xoxo

SCENES FROM 2015 // Almost three years to the day apart...

FOOTNOTE/ALBUM TIP ALERT for all of you (my clients or not) that have such a hard time making any choices on what to print, put in a album or on the walls – let me be the bad guy! It's basically impossible to choose when it's your own, but for me I go for pieces that tell the whole story. Not selecting all of the shots where everyone is smiling but the ones in between. That's the good stuff. Artifact Uprising has some great options for books that make it really easy/user friendly – below is the Layflat 10.5x10.5 option in Gunmetal with the copper embossing. Next time you have your fam shot, don't sit on it. Do it and do it fast (or have your photographer do it for you!), otherwise you won't do it at all. #Longliveprint xoxoox

What I've learned this past decade.

It's funny, when you turn 39 that imaginary time clock immediately starts running. You have a whole year to reflect, correct, improve, enjoy, and prepare for what is supposed to a pretty significant milestone ahead. I'm sure most of it is in our heads (like any age in general), but somewhere along the way 40 became the number where you are apparently supposed to know yourself better than you ever have before. No pressure, guys!

I entered my thirties with two life changing experiences: becoming a mother and losing my own at the same time. I was forced to grow up sooner than I had "prepared," and most immediately – to learn how to mother my own children without my greatest example here to teach me. While I don't feel like my mother's untimely death defines me as a person, it definitely represents this past decade in many ways. All of the changes that come with motherhood, career (do I stay or do I go?), juggling it all – I didn't get a chance to soak in all of the advice that I know she would have given me. I missed my best friend and couldn't imagine that my children would never know how they truly hit the grandmother jackpot. But now, 10 years later, thanks to an incredibly supportive husband, an ever-giving father, and amazing girlfriends and family, I have come to realize that she left me with the greatest gifts. I had soaked it in by just being hers and I was, in fact, prepared. I have nowhere near mastered them, but at least her voice is there – nudging and reminding when I need it most...

1. Above all else, always strive to maintain a positive attitude; 2. Always believe there is good in others; 3. Be grateful for each and every day; 4. Take good care of your body, never take your health for granted; 5. Have FUN and laugh A LOT. No matter what you go through, make it fun. Your children will learn this, and as long as you're okay, they're okay. They will learn to find humor, even in the most difficult situations; 6. Listen. It's a gift to have friends/spouses/parents to lean on, but remember to listen. They need you too, and they can also shed light where you may not see; 7. Be compassionate towards others. Remember everyone is doing the best they can and there is always an element of information that you don't know that may be guiding someone's actions; 8. FInd your faith. No matter what religion you practice (if any at all), be grounded in something bigger than you. My mother never preached or pushed religion on us, but she was the most spiritual person I knew. She walked every bit of her talk, and taught by example; 9. Keep your cards close. In this world of oversharing, I think this one will be our (and our kiddos') biggest obstacle. Teach restraint, and respect. 10. The greatest gift of all, selflessness – while most importantly also taking care of that self. I'll never know how it broke her heart to have to tell me that she had cancer when I was 38 weeks pregnant. She actually apologized for it, not complained or said how unfair or how painful -- but that she was sorry I had to go through this at what should have been such a happy time. And I will truly never know how it broke my father's heart to have to tell me in the hospital after I had just had our first child, his first grandchild – that my mother, the love of his life had just slipped away. At the very same time we were checking in to have William, she became our angel. Her gift: she was going to let the newborn joy overshadow that sorrow. There wasn't any other way to look at it. My father immediately got in the car and drove 8 hours to be there, with me, with us. He made it for William's arrival (26 hours of labor later, thanks buddy:)!) and let me have a day of pure joy before he shared the news to anyone. That is parenting, that is love. Duly noted.

And because I tend to communicate much better in photos, here goes.  Below is the internal (and external!) growth of a decade in pictures, most taken by my amazing hubs. Right up until yesterday, where we celebrated in the same spot that Bill surprised me for my 30th birthday...with three little additions and a bit earlier of a bed time. I often get the question, "do you ever get your picture taken" and the answer is yes. I do. My husband is pretty ruthless about me walking my talk and making sure of it. He took these first two pictures of me the last time I was with my Mom, just before William was born. I was huge, bursting with my sweet 10 pounder and we weren't aware he was taking them. If you had asked to take my picture at the time, I would have said nope -- I'm soooo pregnant and so tired but here we are, and they are some of my greatest treasures.  And I know William will feel the same way about them one day. I always tell the mamas (and the dads, but they generally agree;) to get in the picture, JUST GET IN THE PICTURE. Your kiddos aren't going to care if you were "having a bad hair day" or "aren't wearing the right outfit," they just want you. And to remember every bit of you, so remember that. I am grateful that the last decade has molded me not only as a mother but also it truly gave new meaning to my being as a photographer. Each time I pick up my camera, I think of her -- and how life is fleeting and I am blessed to be able to get the chance to document that joy for others.

So here's to it, here's to 40. I am so psyched to take on this new decade, whether it means I survived the last or that I am just happy to hit this "milestone" where it's okay to go to bed early and LOVE it. May I take the best of my 30's and let those lessons be a gift to my 40's.

Come March 7th next year, I look forward to another lifetime celebration. Her 70th birthday, my 40th year, and a very special Southern Mothers weekend here in Charleston. I will be featuring all the wonderful women since my last show 5 years ago. Save the date, it's going to be a special one.

All the love, and ever so much thanks. xoxo