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  • My Photography Style

    Natural, relaxed, and sprinkled with character...all about who you are on the inside (where it really matters.)
  • Why Lifestyle Photography?

    I love, love, love snapping photos that tell a STORY. In the same manner, I love antiques because they have a hiSTORY to them--a family that once enjoyed them and left a mark on them. Through my photography, I hope to show the marks you are leaving on your family. Marks of love and the joys of real life.

Everything is different

WARNING:  you are about to read a post about boys.  B-O-Y-S.  If you have them, you’ll understand.  If you don’t, you may want to read on if you need deeper understanding.  Or not.  Just be warned.  (The richer content will come.  Just make it through these first few lines.)

“Mommy, we got new mats to rest on at school because people were pooping and farting on the old ones.”

“What smells like toots and poops?”

“Who are you on Lego Star Wars?”

“Who are you on Ninjago?”

“What team are you for?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Can you get me a snack?”

“Didn’t you know I don’t like to eat that anymore?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Can you get me a snack?”

“Mommy, where’s my snack?”

I love being a mom.  Before kids I understood that I didn’t know everything (and still don’t) about being a mother.  But I had a good general idea about what it entailed, and I still wanted to do it.  However, I’d be lying through my teeth if I said it’s as easy as learning 2+2=4 (which is Eli’s favorite bit of knowledge to repeat currently.)  It’s more like figuring out 2,389,574 x 490,322 using Common Core math.  (For those who don’t know what CC is, don’t ask.)  The basic point here:  It’s HARD!  It takes lots of erasing and re-working.  It’s not quick, and lots of times you have to ask for help.

Some days, even years, seem like the same thing over and over.  I cut the grass, it grows.  I do the laundry, it gets dirty.  I cook a meal, they’re still hungry.  When will that cycle end?  Actually, the good news for me is–it doesn’t!  While it’s not easy, it’s what I love.  I love looking back at old photos and videos where my kids couldn’t even feed themselves, and now seeing that they are perfectly capable of getting my delicious meals into their mouths with or without a utensil.  (They are very talented!)  And I know some day I’ll look back and think–Wow, they are grown men who love God and love others.  That’s what I’m aiming for anyway.  I hope they’ll learn to do laundry and say thank you for a meal given to them along the way.  But day by day when things seem to be the same over and over again, I’m trying to remind myself that it’s for a purpose.  Everything is for a purpose.  (Yes boys.  Forks do have a purpose too.)

 

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”  -C.S. Lewis

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The Tree House

Imagine what it would be like to live up in a tree.  The warm wood tones.  The sun shining through the leaves, casting dancing shadows all around.  New life budding in different shades of green.  Perched up so high, the view would have to be captivating.  It would almost be like looking down from heaven, seeing the world from a different perspective.  Seeing past what only our eyes will show us.  It would be full of peace, full of life.  It would induce a spirit of hope.  Maybe that’s why they have fallen in love with their “tree house”.  Or maybe they were so drawn to it because of their spirits of peace and hope.  Whatever the case, I know peace and hope will grow abundantly in the garden of their hearts and homes, whatever the address may be.

“And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree very much.
And the tree was happy.”
“The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein

 

 

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Vacation Part 3

Finally, Part 3 of this Summer’s vacation.  (Click here and here for a reminder of the last vacation posts.)

I love how I can drive down a cobblestone street in Philadelphia and be reminded of school trips to see where our country’s constitution was signed, or I can pull up to the New York City skyline and remember what it looked like before 9/11.  So much has changed for me since I was a child visiting these places in my old backyard.  The best change being that I have two little boys to share it with now.  We loved the adventure of bringing them to NYC for the first time.  They sat wide-eyed as we rode the subway.  Sure, we saw the Statue of Liberty and many other famous landmarks, but their eyes really popped out when we made it to the toy store with life-sized Legos.

Some of our best memories are always at home with my parents.  Taking over their home with our toys, running wild in the backyard, tickling all over the house.  It’s what makes grandparents so special.  Unconditional love bursting at the seams.  Looking forward to trying my hand at it some day.  But for now, playing mommy and watching my boys experience new places is pretty fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moving across town

Their living room is full of packing boxes which have now taken on the shape of an elaborate fort guarded by an armor-clad guard.   If only moving was done as quickly as it took to build that fort.  But that’s never the case.  Sometimes it drags on.  And while it’s easy to be anxious and excited about moving on to something else, it was a pleasure to watch this family be present with each other and enjoy the moment .  They drank chocolate milk, played in the yard, and even celebrated daddy’s birthday with a gift.  Top if off with a stroll up and down the street to visit with friends who will be dearly missed, and you’ve got a pretty great morning.

It’s true that this house is cute and charming, and the smells of Memphis BBQ in the street could make your mouth water,  but those are not the things that will be missed.  I have a feeling it will be the relationships that were built outside of those four walls.  The memories of creating community with those that surrounded them.  Their new neighbors will be lucky to see these two cute girls skip up to their front door to introduce themselves looking for new playmates.

 

 

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Summer Vacation–at the Lake

As I mentioned before, we managed to squeeze in a lot of fun while we were on vacation.  This is Part 2.  (Click here to play catch up and see what we did the first part of the week.)

At the Lake
I could probably walk blindfolded through this home and not bump into a single thing.  I could probably also describe most of the duck decor, or the glass sailboats that adorn the not-so-kid-friendly shelves.  I can hear the grandfather clock chime in my memory, see the weather gauge fluctuate from sunrise to sunset, feel the tiny sharp stones as I tiptoe across the gravel driveway in my mind, and taste my grandmother’s pies as if I just took a bite–all from memory.  But I am so thankful that I get to see them still with my own eyes.  And what’s more–I get to gift those same memories to my children.  I really feel like it is a gift that I spent every Summer of my childhood dipping my toes, knees, waist, shoulders, and head into this lake, and running through the green grass on my way to the backdoor of the little brown cottage my grandparents call home.  And now my boys have a piece of that memory too.  Things there have slowed down quite a bit, but the concept is still the same.  We enjoy time with family.  We watch while the sky turns into colors of soft pink cotton candy  as the sun sets.  We enjoy the soothing motion of the boat as we cross back and forth along the lake.  It holds too many memories to even retell.  So sit back and look over the shoulder of a pair of great-grandparents.  See what they see–enjoy their crystal clear lake, rolling hills, green grass, and giggling great-grandchildren…

Bobby & Gigi with their great-grandkids

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