SUNLIGHT KINGDOM // EDMONDS

this family and this house. the space a little bit wes anderson, like a sunlight kingdom with views of the water. a wall in the dining room covered in gold frames; succulents potted… Continue reading →

PART THREE // MEXICO

***a few things that happened south of the border: indy got an ear infection and we took her to see a mexican doctor who wrote up her prescription on a typewriter from ’78 //… Continue reading →

BABY WESTON // MT. VERNON

There’s a new baby in the world and his name is Weston and he lives with his mom and dad and his big brother in an old farmhouse full of light. He has a fox… 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 →

BABY GRETA // PORTLAND

In this almost-spring-time hour, the daffodils are blooming and the sun is emerging and there is a new baby in the world. She lives in a house with a vintage green couch, a… Continue reading →

WILD HORSES.

Lately, Indy has been waking up early. She creeps down the stairs in the darkness with wild hair, and asks for tea with milk. Lately she has been listing to the Michael Buble… Continue reading →

JOCELYN + HENRY // MARRIED IN PORTLAND

A February wedding. Blue walls, yellow shoes and white dress. The day bright and the clouds moving. Jocelyn and Henry say I DO at his parent’s old historic home in northwest. A sunshine-lit… Continue reading →

PART ONE // MEXICO

Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Continue reading →

ACE-LANDIA.

One night at the Ace. Two Bicycles as transportation. Nine years of marriage. Fifteen years since the day we met. One record player in the room and twelve albums in the drawer. Twenty-three… Continue reading →

EMILY + MEG // MARRIED ON THE WILDWOOD TRAIL

Emily and Meg. Deep into the heart of the Wildwood forest. A bright February day. Crows in the sky following trails of cloud. Light through the trees, silence and cold. Picnic baskets and… Continue reading →