Summer and City

I’m interrupting this regularly not-scheduled November Arctic Blast to bring to you a summer day and a sweet city baby who wanted to share her Starbucks with me.  (It was just water, of course, but 100% sweet). Our son was 5 when we officially left the city and moved into our first and only suburban…

The Soul of Things

I love this work and I love this restaurant, we’ve been working together for years.   I’ve never shared here because I worried the pictures didn’t “fit.”  I’m a people photographer and this isn’t about people.   I think I’ve been wrong about that. Over the weekend I helped my 10 y/o son clean out his clothing…

Wonder

Wonder/Curiosity/Serendipity I haven’t landed on the perfect word for this core business value but I’m hoping you can feel the gist.  After almost 20 years of professional shooting its easy to take the same approach, the safe shot, to pick up the favorite lens, to assume I know what’s coming next.  Sometimes I have done…

Boundaries

Arbus is no fan of wash day.   This is a snippet from the weekend, my son at the ready with the hose and spraying his father mostly.  Arbus gave me her brave smile which eventually gave way to the, “help me momma!/clubbed baby seal” face. Its time to admit to some of the lies I’ve…

Authenticity

Authenticity. Its not always pretty but there’s beauty in what is raw and true. I’ve been sketching out the DNA of my new business.  Worthington Photography was a biz my husband and I built and ran together for years.  My own work will always have roots there, anchored in authenticity. Right now I’m thinking about…

Keeping it Real

Sam and I have lived in close proximity to at least one of our parents since we got married and are no more than a two hour drive away from any of them.  Our game plan was to stay close: we both had grandparents that lived far away when we were growing up.  The bonus…

Magic Bugs

I read the first line of Beth’s email last summer and was ecstatic…”expecting baby #2″…YES!  Only to have my heart skip a beat while reading the next line…”will be born in London”… Wait.  What?  No! Before you think me too possessive of my longtime clients (I am, I totally am), here is one of my…