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.

Self portraits.

I really, really hate being photographed.

I can't stand it. I always feel so disappointed, because when I see a picture of myself I usually think "do I really walk around looking like that?", and feel embarrassed. I must think I look better in a mirror than on camera. (I'm probably not alone when it comes to this!) Still, I have a strong wish for a really good picture of myself - I wish someone could portray me and that I could look at the photo and be impressed. You know, impressed about how I looked. That it would reveal something mystical about me that I was unaware of.

Ok, some of my wedding pictures are really nice, and I can look at them repeatedly and feel proud and think that I looked my best that day (thank you Kimm!). But still.

The urge for a good portrait then results in me trying to take good self portraits (and hey, it's pretty accepted to do that these days, isn't it, in this age of duckface selfies on instagram and so forth). I click and delete, click and delete. Familiar? Along with these repeated efforts to capture my own mystique (haha!), comes a more relaxed relationship with the lens. Which is handy, being a photographer and all.

Anyway. Here are three. I'm embarrassed of the middle one, but hey. Practice makes perfect, right?



And then, there were these guys: