They met in a restaurant in the village of stunning sunsets and sunburns…Key West. Jennifer was on vacation with her family when she caught Jonah’s attention. She told me she tricked him into dancing with her to the song  “I want you to want me“  by Cheap Trick, and that was the beginning of their falling in love.  SO much in love, that Jonah, who was there visiting from Alabama, decided (after many months of consideration) to give up his life in Alabama and move to Orlando to be with the one girl he calls… sweetheart. Oh they have other names for each other… like smiley britches and handsome pants. Ok, that’s TMI, but I think it’s cute.

Jennifer is a stunning bride-to-be, sweet, and so much FUN! Jonah is a true Southern gentleman and will do anything for Jennifer. He is a little camera shy, but I love when they smile because they both have these amazing dimples and sparkly eyes that make you want to smile with them.  They are going to promise to love each other with all of their heart, January 2010 in a beautiful garden in Orlando and I get to be the one to catch those moments. Can’t wait!

We had a very overcast and thunderstorm threatening day during their session, but they were so accommodating and comfortable with each other, so we ignored the rain and I was able to catch some great moments!! There are too many to share, but these images will give you a peek at their story. Actually I loved that gloomy sky… It gave me a really nice background for their images.  Jonah, I know you would rather have been fishing that day, but if you bring your fishing pole to the wedding, I will do my best to get some shots of your “prized catch” and you fishing. Promise.

I love those boots!! Can you see that tiny ladybug that flew on to Jennifer’s hand? Aren’t they considered long life, and good luck in some cultures?

this is SO them… loving and comfortable with each other

“I’ll shine up my old brown shoes, put on a brand new shirt. I’ll get home early from work if you say that you love me” 

lyrics to their song, “I want you to want me” -Rick Nielsen of Cheap Trick

“my gift is how I see life… my art is telling your story”

“to be rich in love, is to be rich in life”

How appropriate for Rich and Jillian! This is an amazingly connected couple. They met at work here in Southern California, and we met through a mutual friend and co-worker. On the day that we shot their engagement session I realized they were so captivated with each other that most of my favorites are of them caught in each others’ eyes.  The trusting, joyful, fulfilling and loving eyes of the one they want to spend the rest of their lives with…their best friend.

Rich has some interesting big boy toys that he brought to our session and I was of course a HUGE fan of his 1960 Corvette… how lucky am I to get to capture these images of them. He brought his Harley too, so you’ll get to see that also as you scroll through…

I have hundreds of great images to show you, but I had too many favorites… so I will just give you a peek at a few of the ones they chose to place into their storybook album. Their laughter and smiles are contagious!  And thank you so much Jillian for becoming my new friend and my most organized and exuberant client, I cannot wait to show your images from your wedding in Sausalito soon…….

“my gift is how I see life, my art is telling your story”

collide: verb

to come into usually forceful contact with something , to come together with solid or direct impact; to be of harmony or agreement

In physics, it states that in a perfect elastic impact, none of the kinetic energy is lost in response to the collision.

This isn’t rocket science, this love thing…. it’s a decision, and a gift.

I absolutely adore engagement sessions! I am drawn to each couple’s joy as I get to really know them. I believe the energy between them and the forceful impact that it has on those around them allows me to be drawn into their gravity and I am hovering on happiness times ten for weeks.  I enjoy following them, ok, stalking them to prove the harmony theory………..

You remember Becca?  Now you get to meet her fiance, Dan, and hear their favorite song…

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“collide”…music by Howie Day

slideshow created by my sometimes invisible, but very (technogeekishly wonderful)  amazing husband, Greg. I am the creative one, he hooks me up technologically. We are a great team.

“my gift is how I see life..my art is telling your story”

Do you ever feel like one of those thoroughbred horses waiting for the bell to bring you out of the gate? SO much in front of you, anxious, with eyes on the prize, but hurdles to get there? I have been SO busy…! I know you are waiting for some updates. I thought I should just check in and give you some words…. yes, some visible evidence I am here.

I have been working on three engagement sessions, a destination wedding, a teen model session and a session with a newborn baby. Really busy, and LOVE the images I have captured…. but for some reason the laundry fairies and the Photoshop woodland-nymphs didn’t show up to help me on this Monday morning again so…. I am trudging along pushing past the time consuming part of my work to get these images to you soon!

Life here in SoCal is beautiful and full of gifts…. give one to yourself today… hug a child, smile at someone in the check out line, and breathe deep into a pitcher of lemonade with mint, and then relax… for me. I will return…..I am just waiting for the bell, and in the meantime I will be at this screen… creating your life stories in perfect dreamy technicolor!

BTW… I am SO thankful that I haven’t needed to visit a laundromat for light years, except of course to shoot this session!

“my gift is how I see life…my art is telling your story”

I was thinking the other day about a photograph that was taken when I was about three years old of my dad and me. My family says I couldn’t possibly remember that moment, because I was way too young, but I do. I remember the way he knelt down in the grass next to me to kiss me on the cheek while I was swinging from a homemade swing in my Nana’s backyard. As he whispered in my ear, his breath tickled my cheek, and his scent was unmistakable… Old Spice aftershave with lime. I thought all dads smelled like that, that all dads carried a handkerchief in their pockets just for their children’s runny noses and salty tears, and that all fathers seemed to have hands as big as baseball mitts. My dad was my superhero. He could make the boogeyman get out from under my bed, run faster than my bike without the training wheels, and see through watermelon to determine it’s ripeness.  He taught me that all roads lead home, it’s easier to tell the truth than remember the lies, and that if I didn’t wash behind my ears, I could possibly grow potatoes there.

I would give anything to find that photograph. Trust me, I’ve looked in every box in my attic and garage, …hopefully it will turn up somewhere …until then, I have other more recent photos. I just wish I had that one.

I realized in putting this slide show together, that I have a “dad” deficit in my client files. The women usually coerce the men into the photographs and promise them special treats for showing up for the shoot. Smiling and pretending they are not “missing the big game on TV”, the dads tend to be the referee for the gang  (or in the background hiding from the spotlight). I made a promise to myself to change this. I want to pay better attention to the fathers in the events I shoot, and make sure that I can capture them at their best. I want to give those families those significant moments…the ones that define and illustrate the man in their lives… the one they call…Dad.

“For My Father“  music by Andy McKee

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Sometimes I am the photo-ninja.  You have an idea I am nearby, but you are not exactly sure when I might appear behind a door or, in this case, an infant swing. In its proper operation (swinging, filled with a sleeping baby), I find it difficult to catch a crisp focus while it’s in motion.  My client/friend Jenn and her baby Lily were my victims, ahem… models this day. SO sweeeeet! I love the natural (no flash), raw unpredictability of this type of shooting. Babies are always in control. They mesmerize, hypnotize and basically turn on their cuteness stun guns. I cannot stop staring and shooting and smiling and yes… getting nothing done but baby ogling, watching the miracle before me just breathe! At some point I am the one captured, not the subject. Those little toes, the amazingly perfect lips and eyelashes, and their itty-bitty hands… and then, their eyes open and you’re hooked. Maybe, just maybe, if someone harnessed the tractor-beam force behind the eyes of a child that sees the world in awe and splendor without prejudice or great fear, we would be nicer folk to one another. I think they call it unconditional love. Yes, unconditional. Thank you, I’ll take two of those please……

Here she is… that sleeping snuggle of smoochey goodness waiting to be held and loved by her family……… Lily Ann

And Jenn may hunt me down for using these images of her without make-up or wardrobe change… but I couldn’t resist the unrehearsed moments here.  I just had to share them with you. Beautiful and real…here are a few of those moments.

Ahhhh, she’s awake! Precious…..

“my gift is how I see life, my art is telling your story”

Moms are where we trust and store our hurts and fears, our dreams and our hopes of accomplishment, and in this place we can know these things to be held safe and precious.They hold us close, kiss the boo-boos, listen to our prayers, teach us the difference between grace and mercy, and are able to superglue anything back together with great efficiency that which we were asked not to touch in the first place.

Here are a collection of some of my favorite quotes, and images that define that kind of sacrificial love…

” A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie, for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” ~Tenneve Jordan

“All mothers are working mothers.” ~author unknown

“Sweater, n: garment worn by a child when its mother is feeling chilly.” ~Abrose Bierce

“Mothering is like being pecked to death by chickens” ~ Tracey Koos

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.”  ~Oscar Wilde

“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”  ~Elizabeth Stone

“Her children arise up, and call her blessed.”  ~Proverbs 31:28

“I cannot forget my mother. She is my bridge. When I needed to get across, she steadied herself long enough for me to run across safely.”  ~ Renita Weems

“When I was a child, my mother said to me “If you become a soldier, you will be a general. If you become a monk, you will end up as the Pope.” Instead I became a painter,and wound up as Picasso.”         ~Pablo Picasso

May you know now how much your mom loves you long before you explore the attic or basement full of the precious items she kept that remind her of you. Hidden are the photographs taken, fingerpainted art, baby shoes, handmade chipped pottery, construction paper Valentine’s Day hearts and report cards from every school year…these are her treasures.  She is ours.

and speaking of our treasures…”Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” ~ Matthew 6:21

“my gift is how I see life …my art is telling your story”

like Brad, Clint and Dale.

There are not many boys that truly become men, ask any wife or mother and they will tell you that men are just much hairier versions of their younger selves, but internally ,emotionally they are at best, little boys.  I love boys. I mean, I love the antics, the conversations, the mindset, the spontaneity and daredevilry of the all American boy. I so enjoy shooting them too. Especially the three brothers here, Brad, Clint and Dale. ( Amy, their sister is absent, but you will see her in a post later this year hopefully) They agreed to get together on this afternoon to shoot this session for their mom. I love that. For their mom, for Mom’s Day, and to give her their smiles, a glimpse of their personalities, ( and yes Clint ) their awesomeness to cherish and remember these moments frozen in time forever.

So, can you tell me who is in charge here?  They are. I just followed them around and listened to their antagonisms to one another, their understated comical verbal jabs and their mental jousts revealing the natural order of things, as they proved the theories of birth order.

Brad is the oldest. He is very smart, with a quick wit and outrageous sense of humor. He is the quiet kind, speaking only when spoken to with no hesitation to show his respect for others and love for his country. He is a Search and Rescue corpsman in the Navy (I feel safer already as I scale this twenty foot ladder to grab the alley shots).  He and his wife Danni soon will be living near us in San Diego. I cannot wait to show them “my” Southern California.

Clint is the middle man… reflective, carefully analyzing the situation, highly intelligent, Psych student at the University of Central Florida. Asking all the right questions about my career and my passion for it, I hear him sarcastically quip “So, you’re trying to catch our awesomeness, right?” Funny stuff. I did…and there was plenty to catch. These images are just a third of the afternoon’s catch! Thanks for sharing that with me Clint. Love your ink, too.

Ok, and then there’s Dale. Absolutely the edge. He’s smart, hysterically funny, and an awesomely gifted self-taught musician with some amazing ink to ponder. And of course not being the conservative type, we had a good chat and I learned some new vocab. Thank you, Dale. He had to leave our session early to get to work , but I think we have dozens of images that really capture his character,and he is a great character.

I fell madly in like with these guys. What good sports, and what gracious, respectful men. Killer sweetness, gorgeous eyes and dreamy jawlines….I told you there are a few good men, and there are cajillions more out there. I married one, my son is one, and for all you mothers that are listening and reading, I am sure you are agreeing with me. Behind every great man there is a loving mom, faithfully praying, hoping, and dreaming for their future with a happy ending.

Happy Mom’s Day to Terri , these wonderful guys’ amazing, (and beautiful) proud mom. She even assisted me with our session. If you look closely at the photo montage, you will see her walking with her sons while pulling my camera gear pack. Thank you, Terri, for giving me this opportunity, and thank you, guys, for your patience, enthusiasm and entertaining banter on this afternoon. Funny stuff… but the question is, can anyone handle all this awesomeness?

“my gift is how I see life…my art is telling your story”

I remember when my sister used to shadow my every move … copy everything I did, borrow my clothes, pester me with thousands of absurd questions and always seem to walk away unscathed from the most dastardly of deeds. Ok, wait a minute that might have been me?  It was hard to tell who was really the big sister.  I still call her to cry on her shoulder, beat up the bullies for me, and give me the transparent truth about my self without sugar sprinkles on it.

Like these sisters…

Sydney, who we now believe was surgically joined to her cell phone and iPod through infinite hours of texting can now text blindly in complete darkness since the keypad labels have been erased. How does she do it? (my camera is an extension of me, but I would have a hard time capturing images without light) Her cell phone is always in “on ” mode and when you listen to her grunt words into the phone every so often you realize there is actually someone participating on the other end. What are they saying? And if the conversations are hours long, every minute of the day, what is left to say? I feel an eye-roll coming from her even as I write this, ahemm. She aspires to be a marine biologist or maybe even a zoologist. This summer she is enrolled in the scuba diving program at the Dolphin Research Center in the Florida Keys, where she will be studying aquatic marine life. (Boys in wet-suits not included) Science comes really easy to her in school, and she told me if she doesn’t receive her regular A’s an B’s her mom yells at her. ( Parents…arghhh) She is a assistant cheerleading coach and a track manager at her junior high and absolutely loves to run. It’s her favorite pastime other than talking on the cell phone and listening to her tunes on her iPod. She is a fashion freak too… I love the way she likes to put outfits together. She tries to be unique and wear things so she isn’t a clone of everyone else. Yeah for being yourself! Love that. And she is the big sister of…

Baillee. You may find in the thesaurus the words drama queen, or schemer or precocious…all would show a little icon with a stick figure of Baillee and her many facial expressions but especially the smirky-smiling one. Baillee loves anything in the colour pink, dressing up in her mom’s highest heels and singing at the top of her lungs songs, that we are not sure she didn’t co-write with Beyonce (but she’s only seven!). She is a sensitive little elfin cherub, hilariously unpredictable, not lacking in the ability to express herself or show you who is in charge…until thunder and lightening strikes and then the tiny Tigger cowers. I know because we had a quick torrential downpour during our session and we couldn’t start again until the sun came out. (again it’s hard for me to shoot in the dark…but I do love rainshowers). The girls wore their “dancing” dresses for this session, quote from Baillee: “… you know, the kind that twirls with all the sparkles on them”. Yes, I do. They wanted to be sweet and beautiful for their mom to show them they could at least look like they get along even if it was only in a photo.

My nieces have my sister’s eyes. Their personalities are a mixture of her and my brother- in- law, but I think that smirky-smile thingy is definitely my sister.   That is the cautionary sign something unexpected, unpredicted, will happen… and there is no antidote.

Happy Early Mom’s Day baby sister,… here are a few of those images you picked out of the girls favorites of our afternoon together. And BTW, thanks for the free-range turkey tips… it turned out edible (amazing what turning on the oven will do).   I love you too.

I will be posting more of my recent Mom’s Day sessions soon, so hang in there this might get to be a regular this blogging thingy. (inserting smirky-smile here).

“my gift is how I see life…my art is telling your story”

I know, I know…I have been neglecting you. So please forgive me for not speaking to you on a regular basis. I have a basket full of great intentions. You hoped I was kidding when I first told you I would post randomly.  I have amazing clients, with beautiful stories to tell of their lives, but I am very tardy in getting their images edited and web worthy, and the stories written to give them to you.

No more excuses… just a little thought…I am not perfect…but redeemed and forgiven.   Happy Easter! (that’s what it’s all about.)

This is Sunshine, in her Easter bonnet ( ears) walking her friends along the harbor in Long Beach Sunday afternoon. Happy Easter to you too Sunshine!

Pray I will find a path to the door to see real sunshine before I leave to fly to work this week… I heard it’s spring out there, and there is life beyond my digital darkroom.

“my gift is how I see life…my art is telling your story”