Archive for February, 2012

February 27, 2012
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Ladies and gents, meet adorable little baby JET.

 

…and some behind-the-scene stuff, just for fun:

right before I took this next image, Tim and Jess leaned over and gave each other a little smooch, which would’ve been PERFECT….except, JET decided to, at that precise moment, cross his eyes in the most bizarre way I have ever seen (maybe he was trying to look at them??). I, of course, lost it, busted out laughing and had to report this to Tim and Jessica who looked and also thought it was hilarious. Everyone laughing, it seems, was the cure.

isn’t it adorable how they’re making the same exact expression??

and, lastly…the Williams gang had to cash in on some baby cuddle time:

Piper is going to be such a great big sister. :)

They’re all three looking straight at the camera. Score!

February 21, 2012
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February 14, 2012
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Today, in lieu of Valentine’s Day, I am going to share some lovey-dovey images from a Beloved session I did a few weeks ago.

But first? A little bit more about the Beloved experience.

That may sound hokey to some – an “experience” – what does that even mean, right? See, I have been photographing professionally for almost 3 years now. And, while I’ve always loved it, I felt like there was something else that could be done – another step that could be taken – as far as what my clients benefited from the session. Sure, quality, professional images are great – but I wanted there to be something else, too. Something more meaningful.

So when Jesh de Rox came up with the Beloved concept, I was hooked. Jesh is a Canadian photographer who had the same issue – he knew there was more potential for the photography experience than what was happening during his engagement sessions and weddings. People would book, show up wearing their ‘best faces’ – or, let’s be real, their fake faces- and smile cheesily and  laugh and act like their lives were perfect. Jesh wasn’t satisfied with that, because he is a human being, and he knows that no one’s life is perfect and to pretend so over and over and over again was just a sham. He wanted more. He wanted to provide his clients with an honest experience and honest, emotional images.

So he stopped taking wedding clients, and put his entire wedding business on hold to try to further explore this idea of making the session a better experience for people.

And then the Beloved movement was born….and I, at least, found that hole in my creative heart filled.

So now when I say, “Beloved experience,” hopefully you have a little better idea of what I mean. I want to turn the tables a little in this industry- I want the session to be the primary source of value for my clients, and the images be a bonus, not the other way around. I want the couples I work with to be allowed to use their session as together time – a time to really, honestly be thankful for and reflect upon their relationship. When that happens, I just stand back and wait for those moments to occur when I can click the shutter and grab an extremely profound, emotional moment that I had no part in creating.

Ever had a really romantic, really memorable date? One that you will always remember and that is in your archive of “favorite” things to reminisce about together? Yeah, that is sorta what I’m going for with my Beloved sessions.

 

…Which brings us to Alan and Trista. We did their session at a small local park (which, by the way, is TOTALLY a hidden gem, as far as a great place for a session. Whew knew?). It was a lot of fun for a lot of reasons, but for me, primarily because they were themselves.  They were transparent, open, and laid back the entire time, and they were just…themselves, together. I don’t even know if that makes sense or not, but…yeah. That’s how it was.

And can I just also say that “being themselves” = being TOTALLY HILARIOUS? I know I had tears in my eyes at least a few times from laughing at some of the things they said.

Thanks again, Alan and Trista, for such a fun, professionally fulfilling experience.

 

 

…..AND, JUST FOR FUN….

THE BLOOPER REEL. 

 

“While the beginning of a journey together certainly deserves celebration, as the journey continues, each additional step is an acheivement worth celebrating – just as much, if not more. ” ~Jesh De Rox

 

Beloved sessions begin at $300. Want to book? Contact me! 

February 09, 2012
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Wow, it’s really been that long. Wow.

“What, exactly, are you talking about?” I am sure you’re thinking at this point.

11 years ago today, at 11:21am (I know this because 11:20 was- and probably still is- when the bell rung to change classes at our high school), a very tall, handsome, lanky (and, it has to be said, a little awkward) guy asked me to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.

And? The rest is history.

It’s a fun history, and one worth telling, though..for sure. It makes me laugh, mostly. But in a good way. A really good way.

If you had told me back then that Jared was the guy I was going to marry, and the guy who would be the father of my children, I probably would’ve laughed. Not that, of course, there was any problem with him (I said yes, didn’t I? He was hot, after all. And into me. If that is not reason enough for a 14 year old girl, I am not sure what is). But I had this idea about what MY future husband was going to be like, and it just…wasn’t him.

See, I thought I was pretty tough (key word: thought.) I was young. I had big aspirations- I wanted to be a BET backup dancer. (No, I’m not kidding.) Hey, there are a few white girls in those videos…and at the very minimum they could tan me up and make me look, at the very least, mixed, right? So were my thoughts. Plus, it has to be said, I had a cool background. My parents were bikers, and drove a Harley. I was legit. I was the girl who head-banged to AC/DC at all the dances in middle school, instead of dancing to Celine Dion like everyone else. (Wow, did I really just confess that to the world, in written form?)

And then…there was Jared. Who, in addition to being hot, and into me, was the product of an idealistic, suburban utopia. Black belt, eagle scout, honor student since birth…his parents were a nurse and loyal EMS volunteer, and the entire family were upstanding, involved church-goers. They drove a mini-van.

…So one might see why I would be skeptical about this “relationship” progressing very far.

But with each day, then month, then year – I was flabbergasted at this point – things went well. Really well…. and it was just right.

Then one year turned into five, and shortly after that, Jared asked me another question. And I said yes. Again.
Happily, and a little older, a little wiser, with a little bit better idea of reality, and of commitment.

It was still right.

And so today, as I sit and play with our daughter, at our home, and I feel baby #2 kicking,  I smile and am extremely thankful for my hard-working, intelligent, patient, dedicated- albeit nerdy- husband.

I love you very much, Jared. Thanks for taking a chance on the biker girl/ghetto wannabe 11 years ago. Just for the record, being your wife and mother of your children is WAY better than being in a BET video.