Category Archive: personal

YOU ARE MY WILD.

So lately it seems like the only camera I use to photograph my children is the iphone. Which is fine, except for the fact that the images only look good on my phone,… Continue reading

THE NUMBER SEVEN.

Dear Indy, On the morning that you were born, the winter sky was still dark and the stars were fading. I remember holding you for the first time and noticing the grey january… Continue reading

TWENTY-TWELVE.

In twenty-twelve I: turned 34; learned how to whistle with my fingers; collected lichen and leaves; photographed a wedding on a boat; photographed a wedding in an orchard; became obsessed with coconut water… Continue reading

SNOWFLAKE STARS // TIMBERLINE, OREGON

Sometimes we go to Timberline. My parents rent a big room in the lodge with enough bunk beds to sleep ten people. Some of us ski, and when we get cold, we head… Continue reading

FOURTASTIC.

Sometimes Sawyer wears layered Hawaiian shirts and pleated black trousers to bed. Sometimes he wakes up in his batman cape and sometimes he runs around the house in nothing but mismatched socks. He… Continue reading

I GOT FENG SHUIED IN CHINATOWN. {SAN FRANCISCO}

Chinatown. We walked through the tenderloin to get there. We stood underneath red lanterns and in front of dragons. We shopped for things we didn’t need, like ninja swords and mini buddhas and… Continue reading

WHEN IT’S FALL.

When it’s fall we go to the farm to buy pumpkins and drink cider. But sometimes the sky turns dark and it starts to rain and our boots get muddy and the hay… Continue reading

SUPERHERO DREAMS. {PORTLAND}

Every night at 12:04, I wake up to the sound of feet padding down the hall. The steps are clumsy and sleep-flled and uneven. I hear the creak as our bedroom door is… Continue reading

PUT. SOME. BIRDS. IN. THERE. {PORTLAND}

The Swifts. Sometimes we go see them. We saw them last year (see pics here) and we will most likely go see them again next year. And probably again the year after that,… Continue reading

LITTLE HEART.

Lately, my heart has been wandering around outside my body. A few Wednesdays ago, I walked Indy into her first grade classroom. I watched her disappear into the cluster of new kids and… Continue reading