Our Saturday mornings are so quiet and peaceful. We leisurely enjoy breakfast, read the newspapers, and start our weekend at a snail’s pace. Yes, we do this once in a blue moon. Ha! Seriously, our Saturday mornings are nothing like this. We have swimming lessons, and there is a quick breakfast, a frantic search for goggles, and swimmers. We run out the door, and I hope there is no traffic so we can make it on time. This is the reality, and I tell you this as admirers of my images state that their life is busy, and not as peaceful as mine. My images are calm, and serene. My home must be a tranquil place. I always remind them I have 5 children. Our house is crazy on an ordinary day. I love to document the moments when my family are enjoying time together. I love to tell the story of what they do on a Saturday morning. The moments when they paint a paper mache volcano and braid hair around the kitchen table. They look calm and serene. What you can’t see or hear is the music playing from the iPod. The television blaring in the background, and the messy kitchen. This is why I do photography, and not videos. I work around the mess, and the noise. The squabbles, and the fights. They are left on the cutting room floor so the true story, the one about sibling connection, can shine.