On one particularly glorious autumn day, Ashton pulled out all the stops and showed off her delightfully creative, exceptionally talented, overwhelmingly cute life. The day started with dance and glitter and ended with painting a masterpiece on the back lawn.
If this doesn’t epitomize the extreme level of fun that ought to be associated with Senior Photos I don’t know what does.
What girl doesn’t love dress-up? The shoes. The accessories. The picking-out-of-the-dress. The makeup colors. The twirling. The spinning. The high heels. The bright red lip stick. Being an adult is basically playing dress up every day, yes? Dressing up for the important meeting. Dressing up for an important date. Dressing up for church….
The sun shone, yes. But it didn’t help at all. The bitterness of the December cold lingered, along with every breathe she exhaled. That winter sun especially couldn’t even poke a hole in the bite of the day after a snowstorm. Three boys stood armed at the edge of the clearing. They’d just walked down…
She stood in the middle of ornate gardens, intricate details on all the buildings and tendrils of hair blowing in the (bitterly cold) breeze. She told me about her friends, her family. her favorite music (John Mayer and Metallica), her school, her dreams, her plans-for-the-next-step. We walked around, watching painters paint and listening to birds…
Life. Love. Laugh. Its a mainstream wallhanging, an over-used cliche, a plaque on a bathroom wall. Truly, I see it everywhere. But for McKenzie, its not just a cliche. Its a reality. Even in just a few hours hanging out with her in little nooks and crannies of Winston Salem, I saw her live,…
Dear Gianna: I call it serendipitous. (Fabulous word, yes?) Today, my schedule indicates it’s your turn to be published on my blog. Today, Facebook told me it’s your birthday. Today, I am celebrating your birthday by showing off the beautiful you. Happy birthday! Even though we only had a couple hours together one afternoon at…
