My Mom is My…
I went to China. For three weeks, I was free to roam the city alone for a vast majority of the daylight hours each day; just me, myself, and my camera to explore the cultural goldmine. Husband was at work. English-speaking friends were limited (but a gem to find!). I had a bicycle, a bike…
While I sit on my couch half-listening very strange almost-rap music curated by Songza.com (not sure why the Machine thinks I want to listen to that. SKIP.), I sip my peppermint mocha and giggle while kitty goes cuh-razy in her adorably annoying way. It’s #thankfulthursday today and when the alarm went off a couple hours…
I sat at the kitchen table, practically squatting on a four legged stool that was designed for a person much smaller than me. My fingers – although well practiced after two weeks in the country – still failed me now (as they occasionally did) and I dropped my chopstick full of bamboo back on…
Stories. Life is filled with stories. The bedtime stories from childhood. The textbooks from high school filled with stories of history and worldchangers. The novels turned to chick flicks. The stories our grandparents tell us. The stories our grandparents don’t tell us. The current events newspapers stories. The tall tales, the fishing stories. The…
Engagement photos are some of the most treasured sessions to shoot — free of the inevitable wedding day time restrictions, engagement photos are my time to get to know my clients, let them get to know me, and see how their relationship looks in real time, and figure out which jokes make them laugh. Always…
We were minding our own business, wandering along the flower-lined paths. The three of us girls took the time to smell the proverbial roses, gasp at the bevy of tulip varieties, and – for lack of a better word – frolick in the gardens. We had just rounded the corner between a sea of red…