MBeck Photography

I recently had an action sports shoot for my company.  Normally I keep business and personal separated.  But these are a few images I just couldn’t keep to myself.  These are two custom sports posters I designed myself from scratch.  They were both donated for free to the child featured.  The one in the black uniform, his father had done a favor for us.  The one in the orange uniform has a more touching story…

One of my photographers had asked the coach if there was any child on the team we should pay extra attention to.  Usually there is at least one kid that spends too much time on the bench.  Someone we could give an “ego boost” to by taking some good shots of him.  Well he told us about one kid with Leukemia.  This would be his last game.  So not only did we pay extra attention to him, but I personally made him this custom sports poster.

I’m in no way a superstitious person. But this was so incredible I had to take a photograph. It took me a while to get the time, and idea, of how exactly to represent the thoughts behind this. So I hope this works out as I intended.

The backstory: Since the first ultrasound I have always referred to my unborn son as ‘my little alien’. OK, not always, the very first sonigram I actually called him my little peanut, as that’s about all he resembled back then. But from then on out I said he looked like an alien in there.

So two days before my wife gave birth earlier this month, we were out to lunch with my mother. We went to this great Chineese place near my mother’s house. At the end of the meal we all checked our fortune cookies. As I opened mine I gasped in amazement. And at that same moment, my mother opened hers, and she too was amazed.

I saved the two fortunes in my wallet. My son was born two days later. It took me a few weeks to even remember I had them in my wallet. So here they are, hope you enjoy. My fortune is the one on top, my mother’s the bottom. Tell me that is not the most odd thing ever? These are NOT photoshopped.

This entry will be a little different than normal, as the subject does not rotate around photography. So please excuse me while I express my joy with the arrival of my newborn son. Here are the events of his birth:
8:00 am – Trisha and I are admitted to the hospital
11:30 am – After tests, paperwork, and other procedures, the Oxytocin drip is started to induce her labor
1:30 pm – Trisha is 4cm dilated, and her water is broken
1:45 pm – She is administered her first pain meds through IV, as the contractions get excruciating
2:45 pm – The first dose of pain medicine wears off, another dose is desperately needed. Trisha is holding on strong.
3:00 pm – The pain is now unbearable, Trisha gets an epidural
4:30 pm – 7cm dilated
5:15 pm – 9cm dilated
5:45 pm – Trisha is ordered to start pushing. Even with an epidural the pain is excruciating as her face turns purple. She continues pushing, never missing a beat as the doctor makes her hold and push 3 times for 10 seconds each. Trisha never messes up a single push.
8:30 pm – The baby’s head is almost crowned, but after hours of pushing, a little snip is required as Trisha cannot push much longer.
8:31 pm – My hero … my wife … manages after hours of excruciating pain and hard work gives birth to our son!!!

And here is my newborn son, Jason Marshall Beck, born 11/15/2006 at 8:31pm EST weighing in at 6lbs. 15.3oz. and 18″ tall.

As I am sure you all know, time is hectic for me. We’ve only been home from the hospital for roughly 3 hours so far.  My wife and baby are sleeping, so I took some time to share these two pictures with you all. I can promise you, that you’ll grow sick of him soon, as the pictures start flooding in more and more;)

So we took a trip to Amicalola Falls, GA. We brought our two nieces, and nephew, and of course our daughter. The falls were great. My legs were completely sore, and I realized just how out of shape I am. Anyways, got a few good pictures from the trip.