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
This lovely pair are getting hitched at Urban Studio in the spring and I can’t wait to celebrate with them. When we met last week, the day was overcast, the clouds were low… Continue reading
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
A foggy-turned-sunny January day. Frost on leaves in the morning and rays of winter sun reflecting off the buildings downtown. A hotel room with a view of the city and light filtering in… Continue reading
We go to Idaho in the winter because we want snowy days and wintery afternoons and mornings full of feather sky. We stay with my parents, in their little cabin that has a… Continue reading
You decide to take the Amtrak to Idaho, because the roads are icy and your car has old tires, and on the train, you can read and sleep and dream. You step out… Continue reading
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
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
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
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
