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I am out of town this weekend, but I could resist grabbing these two images from a session yesterday. Little "j" is one of the most content babies I have ever seen. He didn't make a peep the entire session. (he didn't want to sleep either) Here is a quick sneak peek, and yes, that ball is signed by Pele. The ball belongs to his grandpapa who played with Pele in Brazil. More images from this session later. Have a great Memorial Day Weekend everyone! I will be back in the office Tuesday.
I am a total sunflare addict. While backing up folders I came across this image from back in the early fall. (one of the last days of summer from last year) I had initially overlooked it, but today I love it. The look of quiet independence on "E's" face, Mom trying to "herd" the family into position, "M" with his grown up body language, and of course the sun streaming over the roof of the house. The only thing you can't see in this image is Dad. He was off to camera right doing something for Mom. An almost perfect "slice of life image" of this family at that moment.
babies. babies. babies. I have been photographing lots of beautiful newborns lately. The newborn stage is so fleeting. The wrinkly skin, jerky movements, and flexibility only last for a few days. (that's why I will practically move mountains to schedule newbies within the first 7 days) If you are expecting and want to schedule a newborn session don't wait until the baby arrives to call. I routinely will pencil in expectant families for newborn sessions and then make adjustments to my schedule to accomodate mother nature.
Meet Presley. She is a beautiful and super cooperative young lady. Her parents are full of energy and super fun. (I am so lucky to have such wonderful clients.) Mom went in to labor shortly after her maternity session, and Presley slept through most of her newborn session. Amazing. Here are a few images from the both....
until next time....
The superheroes found a turtle, Private Gumm, today. (finding creatures on the front porch is another sign that summer is indeed here at our house) Private Gumm is a fast turtle-- Really fast. Not faster than the heroes mind you, but faster than the average turtle. The boys scooped him up and into a box he went. A few google searches later we had all the info for creating a turtle habitat, and enough entertainment to last the entire evening.
Pvt. Gumm ran in the grass, ate lettuce, drank water, and even attempted to chomp a finger or two. Likewise, the boys ran in the grass, ate ice cream, drank juice boxes, and took turns carting Pvt. Gumm around the yard. The turtle tried to escape his awesome new digs at the slightest opportunity. (I am certain the fear of being dropped had something to do with his repeated escape attempts.) Even though our turtle wasn't the slow and plodding type that is so often written about he inspired me to slow down and enjoy a few simple moments of summer.
(I am also happy to report that Private Gumm was released from his awesome new habitat and is on his way home for dinner with his family. No harm done to turtle or heroes.)
Private Gumm
a run in the grass
an escape attempt
the re-capture
release to go home for dinner
Over the past several days the weather has been nothing short of divine. Cool mornings and a balmy 80 by noon. ahh....summer is here. Scalded Lettuce (thank you again to friends and patients for sharing their garden with me), sidewalk chalk, waterguns, and steaks on the grill all signs of summer settling in at our house.
On my afternoon errands, I couldn't pass up the 2 inch rib-eye steaks at the grocery-- a perfect opportunity to grill out. All 5 of us gather around the table, ready to enjoy the steak and more of the leaf luttuce, when Drew (4) asked where steak comes from. From cows. I didn't even give it a second thought. Oh boy...My oldest (10) was mortified! He announced with resolute authority in his voice that steak DID NOT come from cows. "Cows make milk, and we could never kill and eat such a beautiful and lovely creature." He just would not be party to killing or eating a COW. Banter ensued. The seven year is now wondering why hamburgers are not *actually* pork. The three year old is gleeful that his 10 year old brother is still refusing to eat *cow*, and I am wondering if there will be enough lettuce for seconds. Then just like someone flipped a switch, the oldest (10) announced that he would be having chicken for dinner, and then promptly ate the rest of his rib-eye. I guess it is really just a matter of perspective.
As I sit here enjoying my version of a pinneapple upside down cake, I am certain, we will be having chicken for dinner again soon.
until next time.....
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