Category Archive: children

three // portland

a little bit of these three at their home on a windy morning. puddles, crosswalks and turquoise walls. por que no tacos and sugar skulls and shrines. this family is all kinds of… Continue reading

the last light of october // north portland

north portland when the sun was still out at five-thirty. cupcakes and leaves on the ground and the collection of fallen tree branches. watching these three with my lens on their dark curls… Continue reading

THE SMALLEST OCEAN.

Sawyer crossed the smallest ocean alone.  The water was choppy and drops fell into his eyes. He wished he had access to a boat, but he made do with his snorkel mask. He… Continue reading

PART TWO // MEXIGRAMS

me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Continue reading

THE DOUBLE BOUNCE.

Rainy day. Sawyer jumping high. Off night stands. Pillows in the air. Hair flying. Limbs flying. A double-bounce-seat-drop on a tempurpedic mattress, with a backdrop of felt hearts. Sometimes on a winter afternoon,… Continue reading

THE LAUNDERETTE // PORTLAND

We met at Lee’s Launderette on Lombard. It was a typical day: the clouds were low in the sky and the miniature superheroes were out in full form. Sawyer was supposed to be… Continue reading

COUNTING THERMOSES.

I met up with these three on a winter’s day when the air was cold and the light was shiny. We had some treats at bushel & peck, and then counted the thermoses… Continue reading

FRANNY’S BIG FIVE! {KRUGER’S FARM, SUAVIE ISLAND}

When I met Posy for the first time, it was after years of seeing her amazing work around town. We finally had cocktails at Old Gold one evening many months ago, and it was… Continue reading

BABY ALINA. {PORTLAND}

Traci and I met in high school. She drove me around in her car and played me mix tapes featuring songs by Ani Difranco. Then we went to different colleges, and both randomly… Continue reading

URBAN BAMBINI. {PORTLAND}

Urban Bambini makes me want to enroll my 34-year-old-self in preschool. I would walk there every morning and spend three and a half-hours in the classroom, arranging flowers, buffing leather boots or talking… Continue reading