Just last week this hill was covered in snow. And yet, here they come. When I discovered them today in the lower pasture, the same pasture that I photographed boys on snow tubes last…
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I love my Mother’s hands. There are none like them. You could put them in a line up with a million others and I would know them. I have watched, looked for, clung to,…
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“You’re amazing,” I told her in no uncertain terms. This friend who is sensitive and beautiful, gifted and gleaming, considered my words carefully. Our once-steaming mugs of cafe au lait were lukewarm after an…
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Some things need to be photographed (and blogged) just because they are beautiful . This is one of those things. Today, with my macro lens and a soft box overhead, I discovered the cosmic…
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I absolutely loved my afternoon with the precious Ansley Janes last week. She is artsy and fun and comfortable in her skin. I just adore her. The day she came was the day after…
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Here’s to the freedom and joy of just being a girl. Here’s to curled locks that shine in sunlight, dancing shoes, eyelet dresses and velvet chairs. Here’s to climbing atop rolls of hay just…
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She is an elegant, beautiful woman. She is funny, compassionate, intelligent and well loved by family and friends. But she is more than that. She is a warrior and a fighter. She knows how…
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She was trying to cheer me up. ” Hey mom, why don’t we go shoot a session at magic hour today?” She knows I would rather photograph my kids than do most anything. It…