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October 2011
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first haircut.
March 2011
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:A Whirlwind 24 Hours in Nash Vegas:
February 2011
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Everyday Valentine's
photo by Razing [click to go to Flickr]
I’m bummed a card company can make people feel so bad about themselves. My friend feeds, tumblr dashboard, and twitter stream are exhibiting extreme ends of the holiday reaction spectrum.
We don’t personally celebrate Valentine’s Day, but we celebrate Mondays. And pancakes.
Whether you’re one of the cynical, bitter ones, or...
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The happy life.
To live with purpose,
to say the courageous thing,
to celebrate the simple gift,
to follow your dreams,
this is a happy life.
Wayland Henry
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To all the stars that danced together so we could meet: thank you.
Happy Anniversary, sweetness.
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October 2010
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Practicer-Preacher types: Atlanta Streets Alive!
photo: Walking down the middle of the street. Because I can. Yay!
History teaches us [repeatedly] that if you don’t like what you see, it’s up to you to change it. Yes, you. Little ole you sitting on the couch, wistfully remembering living in NYC and how pedestrian-friendly and vibrant it is [when you’re not dodging weaving cars]. This wistful longing for what once was...
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Jumping back in
Life is for living.
That’s the whole philosophy behind this tumblr, my photography, my pancakes, my sock choices, my waking and dreaming life. I don’t really need reminders of this simple truthy nugget, but life sees fit to deliver them, anyway.
I don’t resist or shun these cosmic memos — whatever their form — since floating in the waves is significantly easier...
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“We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life...”
– Joseph Campbell
July 2010
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Gone for the summer. Gone photographing. Gone baby...
I’m working from an itsy bitsy netbook, that while mindblowingly adorable, requires squinting* as a requisite to view the screen. I might as well be updating from my phone. You know, if it had that kind of capability.
My typos reach egregious levels every 8 words.
Not only will I be without my longstanding, longloved laptop, but I’ll be embarking on a four to six week whirlwind...
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The Not So Secret Piñata Project
This past Saturday we took part in the a citywide arts project organized by the wonderful folks at WonderRoot. We were tasked with making piñatas for a guerilla art installation throughout the city of Atlanta. Instead of candy, the piñatas will unleash art surprises.
The homemade piñatas go up at secret locations this week, along with a bat to bash them open.
We were all too...
June 2010
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Happy Alchemy
Those in my day to day life are well aware of the awesome change I recently underwent. I didn’t think to reference any of it here because it’s sort of personal in nature as well as completely unrelated to my photography.
But then I found a loophole in my logic:
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a. It’s relevant to everyday celebrations, the philosophy.
b. It’s relevant to potential clients being...
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Baby Shower: Lemonade & Lollipops
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Follow me on Twitter. →
140 character long parties, mang.
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First look: Lemonade & Lollipops
The Lemonade & Lollipops baby shower that’s occupied every inch of my craft table and recent life was a smashing success.
Despite tent calamities, the terrifying doppler radar, the Case of the Missing Cupcakes, and greeting guests barefoot because there’s absolutely no time to put on shoes, we created sunshine, a storm of blessings, and female camaraderie under a bright...
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Summer Special: The More, The Merrier →
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Super duper site updates
I was disgustingly productive this weekend, updating or otherwise creating new portions to the site. -Services: What I do. What I’ll happily do for you.
- Rates: Self-explanatory. But, hey, I just wanted to let you know it’s all hanging out up there.
- Weddings & Events: Wedding & Event rates for Anti-Run-of-the-Mill types.
But wait, there’s more! Only the...
May 2010
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It's the little things.
It’s unearthing a vibrant city underneath the unyielding sprawl.
It’s riding your bike in the middle of the street with a heavy dose of sunblock across your freckled nose.
It’s watching chess games unfold: three piece suits against paint-splattered pants.
It’s reclaiming neglected urban spaces with a striped blanket and red maracas.
It’s the sound of drums from...
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Atlanta Streets Alive : gathering steam
I only very recently found out about the Atlanta Streets Alive event happening this upcoming Sunday, May 23rd. However, as soon as I did find out, I made it a point to figure out how I could participate and support this vibrant endeavor other than just riding my bicycle and blowing bubbles (endlessly worthwhile pursuits, of course).
I will be doing those things all while officially...
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“There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.”
– Robert Brault
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Cathedrals of Kudzu
The rumors and rumblings are true.
We’re back in the dirty South. The less spontaneous we attempt to become, the more life laughs at us, demanding us to not give up our ways.
So we’re here earlier than an anticipated, too late for Miami, and just in time for the last vestiges of Spring.
We took a walk through our neighborhood and marveled at the different — but equally...
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royal belly: Natalie [Pt. 2 of 2]
I hadn’t visited in a couple of years, but I had a place in mind for our shoot. As we approached the fields, the rows of ranunculous appeared a little drab and lackluster. I grew concerned we’d only encounter a carpet of muddy petals and half-clinging blooms.
Fortunately, closer inspection revealed that despite the late season, the majority of flowers persisted. There...
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Madre
Sometimes, bravery rides buses in a polka dotted hat, with lips stained red, traversing the poor, rural countryside of a war torn country.
It’s leaving all you know and all you love behind without any certainty of ever returning.
Bravery ventures into job interviews with borrowed dresses, dog-eared Spanish-to-English dictionaries, and a lunch money coin purse that amounts to a cup of...
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“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. ...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895
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royal belly: Natalie [Pt. 1 of 2*]
Sometimes the photographer jumps in on the action, too. Belly rubbing optional, at no additional cost.
I like to make use of small windows — small windows over the kitchen sink, small windows of time. The former provides a resplendent display case for garden tomatoes and rings that grow slippery with soapy water.
The latter feels like a stolen [and therefore, more...
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First look : Natalie
I’ve been working on all sorts of mundane and magical things. This level of busy-ness is energizing rather than enervating.
Here’s a first look of today’s maternity shoot with Natalie. I see some really big living room prints in her future.
I’m working on processing the photos in the next couple of days and will have them up real soon. My empty suitcases and image...
April 2010
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Wedding planning recess: Nikki
In a mere 48 hours, Nikki will be married to her long time beau. She’s a whirlwind of creative, crafty energy — suspiciously supplied by some orange organic drink she swears by.
Her handmade, personal approach to her nuptials will undoubtedly create a heartfelt event for all to remember, but it’s also created finger blisters, endless errand-running, and very little...
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Made of marshmallows : Sophia
When I decided to make the switch from photojournalism to baby photography two years ago, Sophia was among my first subjects. She was an absolute blast to shoot, with her vast range of expression and delightfully pillowy limbs.
I have gotten remarkably better about my urge to bite fat baby legs.
Sophia and I will be reuniting for a toddler shoot this summer. I’m looking forward...
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raindrop revelry: Tanya
An ominous rainstorm rumbled above our first shoot, so we cancelled it. A week of clear skies and sunshine followed, yet Sunday arrived once more in its dramatic, wet sock glory: a high chance of sogginess, fogged lenses, and frizzy hair.
We decided to go with it.
Except for the occasional bloated rain drop splattering against my camera, we weren’t aware of the dark clouds, the...
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“Hold a moment still. Take a photograph.”
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Lingering new baby smell : Adam
Our friends Zack and Rachel welcomed a handsome and deliciously hairy baby boy, Adam, earlier in the spring. Our mutual friends, LeahAndMark, snapped awesome newborn shots.
A photo shoot with a six week old : less sleeping, more snarling, and the clear presence of rocking sideburns.
I’m glad I got to take these photos before we left for the season. He’ll likely have a...
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spring sabbatical
Every spring, we live among the rugged, cliff-lined shores of the Pacific.
We sometimes exhibit a bit of resistance [uprooting can get old] at returning, but our reluctance immediately gives way to salty air, sandy shoed, happy living.
As if we never left.
As if we’re never leaving.
