My view

Welcome to 'Bird's Eye View'!

When I was 18 my father handed me a Nikon and told me to get in the car. We drove through sleepy little Iowa towns and down winding gravel roads. He started me on what will be a life long journey of seeing the world through the lens of my camera.

To me photography is an art. The art of capturing a moment or a natural expression is what I love to do. I will give you direction and then find your personality within that pose.

What I see through my lens is no different than what you see every day - the only difference is I have the ability to stop time and provide you with those memories.

Contact me at katie (dot) reints (at) gmail (dot) com to inquire about a session.

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Bird's Eye View Photography by Katie Reints


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Sunday, February 28, 2016

A walk through time.




A moment ago my mother was a child playing in this little cabin. 
If only these walls could talk. 
What songs did she sing as she brushed her dolls hair?
Which way did she skip through the trees?
How many times had she been tucked into bed, as the summer air whispered her to sleep?



It was just yesterday, and 60 years ago...

He came here to tinker, to get away from it all. 
The sawdust, the nails, and sounds of his life.
Steps away, in the house, they readied for bed, 
His daughters, his son, and his wife.



A moment ago, her family was simple and young.
Every year, summer would come and the
Cabin was there like an old friend, 
She'd clean and she wash, and hang the fresh drapes. 
They stayed to be cool, on the hot summer nights.
She loved her family with passion, and always hoped for more,
She was afraid one day they would remember the worry she wore.



This morning I got real still, closed my eyes and raised my head to the sun. 
I could hear the laughter, and slamming of doors. 

Feel the heat of the sun, and the whip of the wind. 
I could see them with glass jars, chasing the lightning bugs into the summer night.
I could hear her voice, calling them in for supper,
and I could feel the love she has for her family.




I drew comfort knowing that what I saw yesterday morning, was the same sun, and same cabin they saw some 60 years prior. I was walking the same yard, and standing under the same trees. I was opening the same doors, and when I listened hard enough I could hear the sounds of my mothers childhood. Her father tinkering away, her mom busy in the garden. They were both with me in that cabin and it was such an overwhelming feeling of love.



















Thursday, February 18, 2016