A mother of four, photographer, nature lover. Someone trying to make sense of it all, through photos and stories. 

I try to be free in all senses of the word, so I made the leap and now work with what I love doing; taking pictures, storing this life in moments, both for myself and for clients. My heart is in photographing birth and motherhood, but I take on just about any photography job. 
(See my birth photos at www.birth.no and the rest of my work portfolio at www.mariavatne.no.)

I live on a farm in Norway with my man Nik and my children Ronja, Freja, Falk and Ulv, plus a bunch of animals. We grow our own food as far as the seasons allow it, we don't go to kindergarten, the three youngest ones will be homeschooled.

We govern our own lives, we strive for independence, we want to be in this life wild and free and full of love.

Nine in, nine out.

Our little wonderful man has been in the outside world for nine months today!

I always feel that nine months is a special milemarker, like a certain time is over, and the pregnancy has been mirrored in a way.

It makes me look back upon a couple of days that were strange and important:

The day we found out that someone little had moved into my belly was a Saturday in early June, and I remember that the weather was unstable, showers of rain mixed with sunny spells all day. Knowing that Ronja and Freja were going to be big sisters, was such happy news for us, and the little one was very welcome. I had been feeling queasy for a couple of days before, so I suspected that something was up. The photo below is taken that day. Little Freja, still our baby, unaware of the big change that was coming into her life. She's hugging her little baby doll, hinting to us about the warm and caring big sister she would be - and is.

The day Falk was born was a Monday, and I was still one week before my due date. The doctors at our local hospital had decided that I would be induced, because the girls were both big babies and I have given birth very fast. They measured Falk in there, and he too looked like a chubby one, which proved right. So there I was, checked in and ready to pop. The birth was, as predicted, quick, and went really well. I felt in control and in touch. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, just like the births of my girls.

And that brings us back to today! When I look at him now, with these two days in the back of my mind, I find it mindblowing that it was him, all that time. It was him, that little tiny teeny seed of a human being on that day in June, and it was him, kicking and tumbling in my huge belly, ready to come out months later. And it was him, that newborn chubby wonder, our son, our beautiful Falk. He creeps along the floors now (cracked the code two days ago!), he talks and talks and talks, smiles big sunshine smiles, looks deep into our eyes with that bambi look, eats bread (finally!), makes singing sounds, melts our hearts every day and fills our days with so much happiness (and nights with so much wriggling!), and is just the most perfect little Falk we could ever ask for.

We are truly privileged.



In contemplation.