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...
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...
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...
Hold a moment still. Take a photograph.
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...
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.