so my hair is a hot mess. whatever…

This is me.  A split second in front of the camera and all of a sudden I was reminded how incredibly vulnerable it is!  I have a history with the F. family, and now they are seeing BOTH daughters through a right of passage – BC (pictured here) about to enter her senior year, and their oldest – engaged!  I am fortunate enough to get to capture this special time in pictures…

Tonight after our session, Mama F. got our picture.  And I freaked.  “My crappy hair!”  In that instant I remembered what it feels like to be all girly and self-conscious.  Which lasted for about a nano-second before I remembered that I am so BEYOND a comb and primping.   So  instead I channeled my inner “fughetaboutit” and enjoyed the fact that I didn’t have to hold the camera for once…

Thanks for a great evening, ladies of the F. Family!;)

speaking of mama accomplishments: SHE WON!

This is my friend Andrea.  You may remember her image in a previous post.  If you voted for her, thank you!  Because guess what?  SHE WON!  Can you believe it?  I can believe it.  It was both beautiful and deserving.   Andrea is an amazing wife, mom, friend, and photographer.

I’m not sure what it all means…maybe Andrea will fill us in.  But go over and congratulate her!!!

She did it!

I’m on a bit of a mission.  You’ve read how important I feel it is for Mom to get in the picture…and I’ve taken it a step further to say maybe Mom should even dare get a picture of “just” herself.  So I was a bit thrilled that this Mom, Wife, Daughter – and recent Masters Grad – contacted me to get a portrait of her in cap and gown to send to her mother.

First of all, she wore those shoes.  That in itself deserved a photo shoot.  But, more importantly, I was super-proud of her.  Sixteen years.  That’s how long it took to get to this point.  And for the last two – as I spent many hours in coffee shops and book stores to get my own stuff off the ground – I would run into her pretty frequently, and she was always working feverishly on something.

But besides that, I’ve had a chance to hear just some of her story.   I kept thinking about her strength and sheer will as I photographed her.  I don’t know all of my clients well, but there is often some happy, proud, or profound moment that I witness in my camera that makes me pause.   As I clicked away, all I could think about was S’s determination.  Not just to get through school.  But to get through life.  This is a face of strength:

I wish more women would see what I see sometimes.  I know enough to watch out for decent angles, and straying lipstick…but what I really see, when a client is relaxed enough, is often a whole lot more than a portrait.

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It was a short session and a single location, but S and I had a lot of fun.  Including the surprise blackberry bush we found that had somehow managed to sprout out of the side of a very urban building.  Fitting, actually.  And, of course, S was totally game when I suggested we stop for a quick snack:

Congratulations, Girl!  You deserve whatever success and happiness comes your way.

vote for her!

Isn’t it a lovely capture?  It’s not mine.  It’s my friend Andrea’s – vote for her image at My Army Life - look for a blue button to the left and her picture is #673.

Who’s Andrea?  She’s a wonderful baker/photographer/mother/friend who I met four or five years ago and have mostly known online – although I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her and her sweet, sweet family in person (here I am pregnant teetering on a bar stool while her husband is spotting me):

She’s always been supportive of me, and I want to be supportive of her, so if you have time for a couple of clicks over coffee and Internet browsing this morning, hop over and give her image some love.

ode to the lovey {Rocky Mount, NC, child photographer}

I’m a big fan of The Lovey.  When photographing children, I often ask the parents to bring along his or her favorite “lovey.”  I can almost hear the mom’s nose scrunching up on the other end of the phone: “Oh, I don’t know.  That old thing is so ratty I’m not sure I want it in the pictures.”   I understand why it seems unusual.  But I’m a born story-teller.  That’s what I’m hired to do – create images that showcase your family where they are at this moment. The well-loved puppy or blankie is one way to tell your little one’s story.

Thankfully, my clients trust my instincts.  And it never fails; these are often some of their favorite images.  So don’t be afraid to bring along that tired, ratty doll.  It’s precious to them, which will be precious to you.