More than Enough

First birthdays here in the US are often accompanied by a big party to celebrate not just baby’s first year of life but a Mom and Dad’s first year as parents.  We cast invitations far and wide, blow out a single candle and sing.  We let babies eat cake, cheering wildly as they make a…

Welcome, Baby Caris

I couldn’t remember what Andrea told me so I Googled the name Caris for its meaning.  “Grace, charm or favor” came up, Greek in origin, the one who is hoped for. I met her family this past fall, shortly before her early appearance.  I thought about sharing those photos first but I’ve never put too…

half way through a year

Six months is my favorite baby age to photograph.  Small enough that we’re still clearly in baby territory (toddlerhood comes quick) but big enough to laugh, play and have a pretty definitive personality.  And half way through a year, a new addition isn’t so new anymore but part of the mix.  I love all of…

To be seen. Really seen.

This family.  I’ve been following them for awhile, from their engagement into the realm of parenthood and then from Kellen’s newborn days to this shoot close to MacKayla’s first birthday. When I think of families I hope we emulate I think of this one immediately.  There’s a trust they have in me that I am…

Happy Father’s Day

As a child I was tender hearted.  As a young adult however I became brazen, always coming home with crazy ideas and plans.  My mother was often exasperated while my father always believed. Its taken some time to understand why.  I think that my mother was worried about the woman I was becoming.  She could…

The seeds of smiles

I came back to this shoot because of the soft, spring like colors that I’m already starting to miss as my neighborhood transitions from the pastels of spring to the fresh greens of summer.  There’s so much to update in Addy’s world since last you saw her, since last  I saw her actually, so let’s introduce…

Picture her more

None of these women are me and none of these children are mine.  I’m tucked away safely behind the lens but I know their moment. If I’m not taking the picture I’m ducking out of the frame when I suspect the lens might be trained on me.  I know I’m not the only one.  …