One word: Joy ciao for now.shel
I meant to have this long sweet post up and ready to go sooner, but life just happens. Our Tuesday morning looked like this. Swim lessons, gymnastics and mommy workout all before eleven AM. Then. it. happen. (now imagine a dun dun dunnnnnnnn) So here is my advice for the day. When you are cooking fish sticks and a certain...
move it…move it. or rather we call it…”shake it!” That is our thing. Em loves to dance. I love to dance. We love to dance. I always have and hopefully she always will. She had her very first dance recital this past weekend. I have to say she really surprised me. They had a little mini...
Me and details go hand in hand. I try to let them go. I really do. But deep down inside I am all about the details. When I am at a wedding, I go for the detail shots. They give a hint of the personalities behind them. Like here…. Sometimes they tell the story of...
Patience. This is what I tell myself, up-teen times a day. I knew when my dad told me today that the bluebonnets were dying I would need to have patience. From the moment I say the one little flower, I had a concept shoot in mind. Emmersyn in a hippy flowing dress on a vintage trike...
I would take a deep thought versus a cheese any-day. A ponder versus a smile. Just being versus hamming it up. A smile from the eyes versus a smile from the lips. I really do gravitate towards the soulful side of those in front of my lens. Miss J fits this perfectly. I enjoyed finding...
This girl knows how to have a good time. The moment I met her I just knew. Every time I looked at her she was laughing. Whether it was with her girlfriends or with herself. She was smiling from ear to ear. Even when we tried to be serious she was laughing. In a good way. ...
I won’t blah away too much, because I know she is waiting. I do feel her pain though. Being in the middle of the alphabet kinda sucks sometimes. When I was a kid in school, I was always in the middle. It didn’t matter if they started at the beginning or the end, I was...
When folks hear my daughters name theyoften ask, “how did you come up with that one?” Would you believe me if I said an electronic? OR would it be more believable if I said the American transcendentalist? What’s in a name? Where does it come from? I find myself asking that when I meet people. Especially...
“When I grow up and become a mommy, if my kids don’t want to eat their food, then that is fine by me. I won’t make them.” This I was told as the stand off went down at the dinner table last night. My girl. I do love her. I love her for moments like these…and...
One word. 8 letters Striking. Those eyes. As I move through the images, those eyes just make me stop and take notice. They pull you in. The eye is the jewel of the body-Henry David Thoreau Ciao for now..shel
Anything can become ordinary if you let it. Read that again, but this time slowly. Take a minute and think about that. How does that happen? Could it be that we are on the go all the time? Could it be that we do not say no enough? Could it be that we are not present...
There is nothing like clients coming back to play in front of my lens. To me it is the biggest compliment. I love to see how the kiddos have changed. To watch their little personalities emerge. We first met last year at a place near and dear to the family, you can find that HERE . ...
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