- 1 day ago
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As the end of the year approaches I realize I don’t have much to show for it by way of photographs, which makes me a little sad. This year has been filled with so many surprises, some not so great and others fantastic. Its been one of the more interesting years of my life and its called me to be away from my camera more than I would’ve liked. One of the more beautiful surprises to come from this year is the gift of our second child. As was true with our firstborn, I’ve felt the need to document this little miracle. So despite not having any pictures to share from our recent trip to California I do have my first in my series of weekly photographs of this baby as we grow together.
I’ve yet to decide if I’ll post these here or just on our private family blog. When I shared the ones I took from my first pregnancy they ended up on pinterest which really bothered me so I’ve yet to decide what I’ll do with these. For now here’s me and baby number two at 16 weeks.
- 2 months ago
It’s been a while since I posted to my poor neglected blog. I’ve not stopped shooting but my subject has changed greatly. Prior to the birth of my son I wanted to photograph everything I saw. For a period of time I carried my camera everywhere. After his birth my focus necessarily and happily changed. I found myself trying to capture every moment with him. I never knew how quickly time could pass until the morning he was placed into my arms. Hours passed like minutes and I found myself all consumed with my little family.
I would be lying if I said there weren’t times in the past two years I wished I had more free time to just wander with my camera. Still there is no part of the past two years I would take back. My computer is filled with images of us, of him, the boy we created together. Instead of capturing the world outside these walls I’ve been capturing the love we created here. Because the focus of my photography has become much more personal I’ve chosen to not post those pictures here. As much pride as I take in my little family I’ve always struggled with sharing them (in particular my son) with the internet. And yet it feels wrong not to share tiny parts of them. So here’s a little bit of what we’ve been up to since I last posted.
We’ve spent several summer afternoons and early evenings in our beloved city.
We’ve watched this little boy blossom into a talking, curious, peculiar person.
Who uses finger paint like body paint and prefers to wander the yard sans clothing.
Whose love of the ocean turns us into children again.
And most recently we watched the sun paint the sky over our favorite new overlook onto the city.
As the seasons begin to change and we travel to my hometown I hope to shoot more and share more here. Sorry for my absence but I wouldn’t change the way I spend my days for anything.
- 7 months ago
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In 2009 my husband was encouraged by one of his now co-workers to apply for his current job in Boston. We were living just outside Grand Rapids, MI, had only been married a year and had a recently bought a home. The day he was told to apply for the job we both laughed at the idea of ever leaving Michigan. But it was his dream job so I told him to apply and see what happened. The last interview was a week long in Boston. I joined him to see if I liked the city because it was becoming a very real possibility we’d move.
I’d secretly always dreamed of living here. There was something about New England that always had a hold on my heart even though I’d never been. It didn’t take long for me to fall deeply, madly in love with this city. Though we’ve never lived inside city limits Boston is our home. We are proud to have a child who was born here who will hopefully grow to love the city the way we do. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Though the events of this week have shaken us to the core they will never change how we feel about this city, our home. Bostonians are strong, some of the strongest. Proof of that is all over the news in the stories of people running toward the explosions to help the injured. As this article so beautifully articulates they messed with the wrong city. I am proud to call that city home. So this is my love letter to my city, my heart, and my home in the best way I know how to write, with my camera.