My favorite things about spring are the tulips.
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.
My spring explorer.
I’ve been working on a photo book of my son from the first year of his life. As I was gathering up all the images I sat in awe of how quickly this is little boy has grown. What were once tiny little feet are now carrying him on his own path. It fills me with great joy and yet a strange sense of sadness to watch him grow. Never in my life have I been happier for the gift of photography. It seems I have figured out how to capture time and freeze it if only for a moment.
A snow covered morning.