Dalia

I basically shoot two things: River Story™ sessions, and weddings. But sometimes, every once in a while, I get the opportunity to step waaaaaaay outside of my comfort zone. Last night I took photos in a gym. A GYM! In a city! Anyone who knows me, knows how backwards that sounds. But the truth is, I've known Dalia for a long time, and she is one seriously badass, luminous, powerful woman. And last night I learned that it doesn't matter if we are in the woods, or spin class, capturing the fiercest females is my favorite. 

I love this woman, and I cannot wait to see what she has up her sleeve. 

Rockport Beach, TX

This weekend we ended up at the beach. 

These salty-air, wave jumping, crab cake eating, seagull chasing, belly laughing, puffer fish hunting memories will remain with me forever. 

I'm putting these images here for me to look back on. They don't reflect my style or what to expect with a session, but they share my heart. And I think that still matters. 

I don't know if anyone reads blogs anymore, or if everything is all social media now, or what the rules are. I am totally clueless with all of that, to be honest. But I know that if this space is to represent me, then these personal vacation pictures kind of need to be here. These are my people, and grabbing the sheets off the hotel bed to go play at a super windy beach together, well, that's kind of a perfect Saturday night for me. That's kind of heaven.  

 

 

Lily

““Whatever happens to you belongs to you. Make it yours. Feed it to yourself even if it feels impossible to swallow. Let it nurture you, because it will.” ”
— Cheryl Strayed

My daughter was diagnosed with vitiligo about a year ago, and I truly think it's the most magical thing in the entire world. I'm honestly jealous of her spots, her fierce and obvious authenticity. 

I decided ten minutes ago that I wanted to begin documenting it as a means of celebrating it over the years to come. 

We always tell her she is more magical than a unicorn and closer to the animal spirits, because of her vitiligo. It's a gift, we say. A miracle. 

I wanted to just capture her exactly as she is today: Two-day-old spring break braids, putting on her sandals in the afternoon light. And a few eyelashes dusted with constellations. 

Serendipity

This morning, while backing up some old hard drives onto our new system, I found these images from the little Vermont cabin we used to go to unplug and get away, when we lived in Connecticut. Lily was so little. I have no words for how seeing these makes me feel. Someone recently told me that serendipity means you are on the right path, and discovering these sweetest memories was the best kind of validation.