- When your four-year-old son puts his shirt on backwards in the morning and claims “I meant to do it that way,” you should believe him. Then when he insists on wearing said backwards shirt to school, you should let him. Even if you kind of think it might mean his little sensitive self will get made fun of, you can cross your fingers and hope that wearing his shirt backwards is teaching him to express his individuality. And if he comes home in tears, well, you’ve both learned a lesson.
- When you actually fall down a flight of stairs and have bruises all over your arms and legs, you really, really should wear pants and long sleeves (yes, even if it’s a bright, sunny day) because, as it turns out, there’s no good way to tell people you fell down a flight of stairs without them either wondering if they should slip an abuse hotline phone number into your purse or thinking you’re a drunk, or a klutz, or a drunk klutz.
- You (and your face) need bangs. Stop trying to grow them out. Stop it.
Yesterday, despite being exhausted, you only pretended to take a nap. That was OK by me though because I finally did what I’ve been meaning to do for a while: get some images of you with the infamous “Teddy.” You’ve slept with this bear every single night since the day you were born. That’s 1,567 nights of hugging and cuddling. And neither you nor Teddy seem worse for the wear.
Slides. Swings. Snacks. Saturdays. Here’s a glimpse of a shoot with my incredibly adorable friend Sarah and her family. Thanks for letting me tag along last weekend!
(Pssst. Sarah is the talented photographer behind Twigs and Shoots Photography.)
I don’t mind watching a little NFL football. But I certainly can’t resist a 65º day in the middle of January. So my guy and I took a trip to the zoo during the Bronco’s playoff game today. We essentially had the zoo to ourselves = bonus!
Here’s a glimpse of a photo shoot I did while in Florida over the holidays with my little one, Daxton, and my parents, Steve and Betty. I love these pictures. They capture everyone’s personality so perfectly. Daxton’s silly faces and moody demeanor. (Yep, that’s him flailing about on the pier.) My mom’s easy-gong smile. My dad’s laughs and a few looks where he seems to be thinking, “Are you still taking my picture?” Plus, a cameo or two of my photo assistant husband, James.
To all my friends and family, near and far, Happy New Year!
I had the opportunity to photograph a composer last week as part of The Makers project I’ve been working on this year. Invited into his home, Harrison played for me for nearly two hours on two different pianos while I made photographs, asked questions, heard about his favorite composers, listened to incredible pieces of music, and learned about his own creative process. My house tends to be rather quiet, so spending an evening with someone while they played and made music was a rare treat. By the way, Harrison is 16 years old. And amazing.