Betsy Jo Photography

WE'RE MOVING!

2010-03-18T12:30:00.010-04:00

It's been a lot of work, but I'm happy to announce that the Betsy Jo Photography blog has a new home! Completely redesigned-- sporting a custom url & a custom slideshow header-- the new blog is easier to navigate, easier to comment on, and just plain prettier to look at! I've enjoyed working on it (for the most part) and, look forward to hearing your feedback. Leave a comment on the new blog if you like it, and feel free to leave your ideas and suggestions, too!

www.betsyjoblog.com

This will be the last post on this blog, so be sure to update your RSS feeds or Google Reader.

And one last word from the author: Goodbye, Blogger. Though I won't miss you, I will admit that you've been good to me.

Lovely

2010-03-17T10:57:00.003-04:00

RANDOM THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY:

Sure, and 'tis a grand day to be alive in Connecticut. It's like spring outside and in:

This makes me happy:

Stay tuned for an announcement -- and an explanation as to why this blog has been a little silent of late. I assure you there's a valid and happy reason... (And it's not because I'm running out last-minute to go buy corned beef and cabbage.)

This makes me happy:

Did you know that March 17th is considered the first day of spring for gardeners? That means it's officially safe to start pruning my roses. I can't wait. I think that's the real reason I like St. Patrick's Day. (Shhh... don't tell my lovely Irish grandmother, Margaret Mary McBrierty Ryan.) [Sorry, had to stick that in there. I love saying her name.]

This makes me happy:

Did anyone see Google's illustration today? 'Made me smile.

Happy St. Patty's day, dear readers.

Savor: (v) to give oneself to the enjoyment of.

2010-03-11T14:07:00.003-05:00

So, in the sneak peek for this shoot I mentioned that the dog wasn't mine, nor was the boy. But when I began to go over all the photos from this post, I realized I was a little wrong on that account. Because there's a certain feeling I get when I go through photos of my children. It's a an overwhelming sense of love, mixed with a tinge of nostalgia and sentiment. Sometimes the feeling can create a little lump of love in my throat. So when I went through these photos, and began feeling those same emotions, I realized I was wrong. These may be my sister's sons, but this I know for sure: they are my boys.

Wade Christian, Landon Joseph, and Anderson Kenneth, you make me smile. You were such good little stinkers during this shoot, and I love ya' to bits.

This little puppy's name is Annie. And she is quite taken by her little owners. They are participating in the Fidelco fostering program, training Annie to be a guide dog. And giving her some love in the process.

I know where the term "puppy dog eyes" comes from... Who can resist?

These next 3 make me laugh:

Colleen wanted to take some photos for their family to remember the time they had with Annie. I'm so glad the boys will be able to look back on their little pup someday and smile.

Just one more, because I love Landon's expression in this shot:

For more information, visit: http://www.fidelco.org/index.html

And I couldn't agree more with this quote:

'Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.'

-Marc Riboud, famous French photographer

Sneak Peek.

2010-03-09T00:00:00.003-05:00

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A boy and his dog.

(Oh, and in case you, dear reader, are wondering-- that is not our boy. And that is not our dog. But both are terribly cute.)

"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about puppies."

-Gene Hill

Day 292.

2010-03-08T07:55:00.003-05:00

'Love watching this boy draw.

Serious business.

Now let's hope this coming week is as bright and shiny as those new pencils. Because I've kinda' had it with the amount of sickness this household has seen over the last number of weeks. I'm not a fan of spending Sunday at the doctor and the pharmacy. Neither is my little Nora. We're both kinda' ready for health to arrive with this beautiful spring sunshine.

Have a lovely day, all!

"Gentle Spring!--in sunshine clad, Well dost thou thy power display! For Winter maketh the light heart said, And thou,--makest the sad heart gay."

-Charles d'Orleans

Anticipation & Realization.

2010-03-05T11:41:00.002-05:00

Two consecutive frames, 1/3rd of a second apart.

We had just arrived to the Cape and finished setting up our campsite. It was cloudy, humid, and a little cool, but the kids begged to head to the beach before bedtime. So we did. When we got there, they were so excited, running right into the waves, clothes and all.

It was a wet, sandy walk back to the campground.

"Happiness seems made to be shared."

-Pierre Corneille

They.

2010-03-03T20:41:00.006-05:00

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Connor was so sick yesterday and part of today. He just quietly lay in the recliner looking nauseous and miserable, not one of his shy smiles showing up as he rested. I offered to read to him, or give him more ginger ale, or draw pictures with him. Still not even the tiniest of smiles. Later on, I was sorting through photo files from last summer, and happened upon these pictures of Connor trying to pick Nora up and swing her around at the beach. I brought the laptop over to Connor and showed him.

He smiled.

And so did I.

You see, I knew when we were expecting twins that it would be busy. I knew it would require loss of sleep and lots of long days. I knew that it would change us. People told us to get ready, that we had no idea what we were facing. People would kindly chuckle and pity us, or cringe with a little smile of sympathy. They would tell us our lives would never be the same, that our hands would be full. And we knew they were right, that our hands would be full. But what we didn't know was how intensely full our hearts would be. We didn't know of the friendship that would be borne between these two. Nora and Connor are so different from each other, but share a bond that we can't really grasp. We didn't realize how much we would laugh, and how we would thoroughly enjoy watching their antics of companionship. We didn't know what it would really be like, how cherished these twins would become. Those people who warned us that our lives would never be the same? They were right. And every day, I am so thankful for that.

"There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared: twins. "

-Josh Billings

Day 98.

2010-03-02T19:39:00.005-05:00

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Head of the Meadow Beach.

North Truro, Cape Cod.

2009.

I have hope for so many more days like Day 98.

"The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. "

-Barry Cornwall, English poet (1787 -1874)

Hasten : (v.) to move or act with haste; proceed, hurry. To urge on.

2010-03-01T00:00:00.005-05:00

It's a study in contrasts-- the yearning for the days to pass swiftly, for spring to arrive-- and yet aching for time to slow down, for our children to stay young and innocent, to let the days soak in thoroughly. Instead the moments seem to swirl and fade in a blur of happy color.

I want the days to go by more quickly, for the snow to melt away-- so the plants will poke their head from the ground and remind me that hope springs forth. I wait for the early harvest of the asparagus that we all planted together last year, remembering how we dug in the heat of the sun, watching as we watered the roots, creating small little liquid beads reflecting the yellow light. I can't wait to call to the kids as they bound off the bus on some warm sunny spring afternoon, to show them the little early tips leaping out from the brown crust. I yearn for the rhubarb leaves to unfurl and show off their strong red stalks, reaching for the sun. I can't wait, but still I want time to slow down so we remember, to let it all seep into our minds, to hold it in our hearts. I want my little ones to stay little. Already I feel like it's silly of me to call them my little ones. Because they aren't little, really. They are growing too quickly, too soon. I want them to stay young, to always think that it's fun to work out in the garden with their mother, to be excited as we search out little sprigs of happiness each spring. I want to see the light in their eyes as we laugh, planting onions and peppers, while searching for a spot to put in dahlia tubers and zinnia seeds. I want to hear their childlike laughter for so many more years, to hear them call out to each other while they play on the swing set, voices ringing high above the neighborhood as they reach the apex of their flight. I want to see little hands full of dirt, and flip-flops strewn across the backyard. I yearn to hear Connor turning on the hose to get a drink of water, then filling up buckets to 'help' water the plants. I wait to see the freckles reappear, to watch the hair at their temples turn sun-kissed white. I want to feel the soft spray as Nora splashes in the little plastic pool, and hear the slap of wet bare feet smacking against the brick floor in the sun room. I wait to see Joel stretched out on a towel on the driveway, reading a book while the sun warms his back. I long to hear again the sound of sidewalk chalk being scraped across asphalt, the whir of bikes pedaling, the sound of sprinklers pulsing. I yearn to hear and see, smell and taste the wonderful pieces of spring and summer as they envelop our home.

I want spring to arrive, to hasten its course. But, oh, how I ache for time to slow down.

So for now, while I wait, this small pot of spring blossoms will have to do. And it does help. A little.

"I come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass. "

-from Voice of Spring, by Felicia D. Hemans

New: coming or occurring afresh; further; additional, fresh.

2010-02-25T14:52:00.011-05:00

Post-edit to add: Check out little Emily's parent's company online here. Paul and I MUST have their loose tea every morning. So very delicious. A few of our favorites: Almond Biscotti, Chocolate Cake, and Lemon Chiffon. (They taste just as great as they sound!)

More of sweet new Emily, only two weeks old at the time of her session. And meet her sweet mother. Carolyn & crew, it was so nice to be able to spend a bit of time with you. Thanks for welcoming me and letting me into a piece of your memories.

And now, for the best part:

The progression of a newborn yawn.

Cutest toes.

Look at this rosebud mouth:

Welcome to this world, Emily Carol.

"If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle."

-Vincent van Gogh

Note regarding newborn sessions: I've had a number of inquiries from new or expectant mothers regarding scheduling photo sessions for their babies. The best time to schedule the session is between 7 and 14 days old. This allows for relaxed, pliable babies who "cooperate" well. Just ask Emily-- she was placid and enjoying every moment. :) At this stage, babies still sleep quite a bit, and that makes for some of the sweetest photos. I recommend scheduling before the baby's due, and then we can change the date/time as needed, but that way you are able to get a confirmed spot. If you have further questions, feel free to contact me: betsy@betsyjophotography.com.

Baby in a Basket. Sneak Peek.

2010-02-23T00:00:00.001-05:00

I know of a certain new mama who may be anxiously awaiting this post. There are many more images to show, but without further ado, here's a glimpse of a tiny sweetheart, with a lovely little name.

Meet Miss Emily:

I'll end with a little quote that has meaning for me. When I had given birth to Joel, Paul didn't get me flowers, but instead bought a music box depicting a mother and baby. On the front was written this quote:

"It is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us."

-Charles Dickens - celebrated English novelist (1812-1870)

Day 291.

2010-02-22T00:00:00.001-05:00

'Cameo' apple on our kitchen table. Happy golden light streaming through the little windows on our front door. Late afternoon.

For info on my little 'Days' project, click here.

"It is remarkable how closely the history of the Apple-tree is connected with that of man."

-Henry David Thoreau, Wild Apples

Have your Cake.

2010-02-17T21:02:00.007-05:00

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School vacation. Crock Pot cake.

(5 happy words.)

CROCK POT CAKE

1 package chocolate cake mix
1 container of sour cream (8 oz)
1 cup chocolate morsels
1 cup water
4 eggs
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1 package instant chocolate pudding mix

spray crock pot with nonstick cooking spray.
mix cake mix, sour cream, chocolate morsels, water, egss, oil
and pudding mix in a bowl by hand.
pour into crock pot.
cover and cook on low 6-8 hours or high 3-4 hours.

(*We used vanilla instant pudding mix instead of chocolate. Only because we had no chocolate in the cupboard. It was still delicious. And moist. And really chocolatey. And moist. And tasty. And rich. And moist.)

Please do enjoy. We did.

Another.

2010-02-14T22:02:00.004-05:00

Day at the library. This time with my 3 adorable nephews in tow.

It was a happy little memory from our busy week.

" A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life."

-Henry Ward Beecher- social reformer, abolitionist, clergyman
1813-1887

Have a heart.

2010-02-12T00:00:00.000-05:00

Here's the little Valentine's project I (and the kids) have been working on for their class parties, which are being held today. Always kinda' fun to do something like this, even if this particular holiday isn't really my thing. The kids are excited to bring them in. (I used Creative Memories Storybook Creator software to make these. Quick, unique and easy.)

front:

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I had the cards printed on heavy art linen card stock, and we punched two holes for threading a lollipop stick into each card.

"What is uttered from the heart alone will win the hearts of others to your own."

-Johann Wolfang von Goethe, German writer and scientist.

That's what friends are for.

2010-02-09T22:41:00.000-05:00

They make you smile when you feel like crying.

And when you do cry (while wiping your eyes with your hands, because you never remember to carry Kleenex), a friend quietly gives you a handful of soft tissues.

They share a history, and forgive the follies of your youth, as if some of it never happened. But they remember the good parts. And remind you of them.

They share some of the same joys as you, but have hobbies that are unique enough as to keep it all interesting.

They sometimes call on a random day just to check in.

They email you on 'milestone days'- whether big or small, they think of you. Because even though some of the milestones may seem small, they know the small ones feel big to you while you're in them.

They care enough to listen, and smile, and ask questions. (Even if you're boring them to no end.)

And even when both of you get busy, and the conversations aren't as frequent, or the emails not as prevalent, you just know that things are okay. That they're still them, and you're still you. And everything is good. Because when it comes down to it, you just know that they think of you, and you think of them. Everything is good.

They have joys and deep sorrows of their own, and love and lives of their own. But they care about you in the midst of it all. And even though they're the better friend in the relationship, they still love you. Because that's what friends are for.

So today, I am thankful for my friends.

I am thankful for chocolate.

And I am especially thankful for friends who bring me chocolate.

After all, that's what friends are for.

"True friends are always together in spirit."

(Anne Shirley) - L.M. Montgomery, authoress

Sweet.

2010-02-08T00:00:00.003-05:00

I've heard it said that hobbies are an important part of a full life. That's even more true when someone's hobby involves time practicing the culinary arts, and that said someone happens to live in my home. On a cold and cloudy day, Paul was of the mind to spend time making lots (and lots) of chocolate chip cookies. Not just any chocolate chip cookies, though. When Paul was a young man, he would visit his friend's house, and they would eat these delicious cookies straight from the freezer. After we were married, Paul often mentioned how good they were, so a few years ago, I called his friend's mother for the recipe. Good thing. Because these are some of the best cookies. Ever. (Especially when I don't have to be the one in the kitchen...)

Enjoy:

Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies

(makes 6-8 dozen)

1 c. butter, softened
1 c. butter-flavored Crisco
2 c. light brown sugar
1 1/2 c. white sugar

[Cream the above ingredients together.]

4 eggs, beaten into above mixture

1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 tsp. baking soda

(Mix the above 2 ingredients thoroughly in the batter.)

Stir in:

1 c. chopped walnuts (if desired)
2 (heaping) cups chocolate chips
5 c. flour

Bake at 350 degree for 5-8 minutes, until the cookies are puffed up a little, with just a little shine to them. Edges should be very lightly browned.

Cool on racks.

Then go ahead and eat them. You'll smile.

"A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, traveling to new places, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints."

-W. Peterson

Regroup: (v) to become reorganized in order to make a fresh start.

2010-02-04T23:10:00.008-05:00

One of my favorite places to be is outside in my gardens, digging through the dirt, noticing little details. Feeling warmth from the sun. Hearing the small sounds of life around me. And I'm really missing it. Gardening is the best stress release for me. Suffice it to say that I'm definitely feeling the lack of gardening in my daily life right now.

So I have a choice. I can get anxious and verbalize my worry about looming exams and new clinical rotations, or I can take a minute to breathe and be thankful. To remember that I have four people inside my home who make me happier than I ever imagined. To be thankful for a supportive, understanding husband who smiles with those blue eyes, helping to take my stress away. For 3 little kids who say such funny things and give such joyful little hugs when they bound off the bus after school-- who are growing so quickly into little people with whom I love to hold a conversation. I can be thankful for a healthy family, a warm home, a clean place to lay my head at night. I can choose to remember that there are so many who are hurting in unspeakable ways through the loss of their families, homes, and livelihoods. So many who are searching for hope through the ruin and rubble that surrounds them.

So I miss my garden, but I found the next best thing. Because there's nothing like a little walk in the yard to remember that hope springs forth, and even in the midst of a season I strongly dislike, there's beauty. Beauty in the spent asparagus fronds that still stand, so delicate, but somehow strong enough to stay erect. Beauty in curling grapevines that will soon be covered with large green leaves. There's hope in the climbing hydrangea vines that cling to our brick house-- because in a few weeks, little white buds will appear, making me smile. There's beauty in the light cast on the snow, showing colors that I have no adequate name for. Beauty that is coupled with my favorite golden hour of warmest light. All the colors of winter that I didn't see from a distance come together and make me realize that this little season of our life will pass, too. But while we're in its busyness together, we can actively seek out the brightest parts, and let the daily hindrances recede into soft focus. We can realize that there's beauty right in the here and now. And then somehow, this little season of our life really doesn't seem so stressful after all.

"One day at a time-- this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering."

-Ida Scott Taylor, English author

Happy.

2010-02-02T00:00:00.001-05:00

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'Just a little photo that makes me smile. Part of a little project I'm working on:

It's your Birthday...

2010-02-01T08:02:00.004-05:00

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"We wish you many more, health and wealth and friends by the score!
Cut the cake, and let's eat some more; Happy Birthday to you!!"

-John McCutcheon

(Photo taken at this wedding)

It's my littlest sister's birthday today, and I hope she'll still speak to me after I just announced it to the world...

Feel free to leave Kara birthday wishes in the comments!

Love you, Kee! Have a happy one!

Bibliophile.

2010-01-30T17:22:00.006-05:00

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I may have mentioned once or twice that winter is not my favorite of seasons. However, I do sometimes like winter Saturdays. Especially when they start with Paul's pancakes in the morning, family errands later on, and library visits midday. And they continue, slow-paced, in front of a wood stove.

"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books."

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

*Note: Nora is a busy little girl, and had a previous engagement; thus she was unable to be a part of our Saturday excursion.

Day 284.

2010-01-29T14:32:00.005-05:00

The other evening, I realized I had forgotten to get the mail. As I was ready to walk outside, I noticed some beautiful golden light reflected on the brick in our sunroom. So I grabbed the camera, took some images, and got the mail. Then I turned around to come inside. And what I saw from the outside-looking-in made me happier than golden evening light ever could.

I wasn't happier than golden light just because they were all playing together without arguing. (For once.) Not just because the expressions on Connor's face tend to make me giggle. I wasn't happier than golden light just because I love them with everything I've got. I was also happy because it was Checkers they chose to play. Because it's my game. The game I played constantly with my Grandpa Ryan when I was a little girl. Some of my happiest memories involve those alternating black and red squares. I smiled, and realized how important and long-lasting simple time spent with children can be. And then I realized that I don't do those kinds of things enough. So I opened the door, and sat down to play. I won't say who won. [But I will say that all that Checker playing with Grandpa Ryan paid off.]

"Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now."

~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly"

The back-story behind the "Day" posts can be found here: Inspire.

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This is it.

2010-01-28T00:00:00.003-05:00

Just popping in to remind my readers that today is the last day to use your 15% off coupon for your gallery orders. For those of you who would still like to take advantage of the sale, the coupon code is: BETSYJO15. The coupon expires today (Thursday 1/28) at 11:59 pm Eastern Standard Time. The coupon is also valid on Prints for a Purchase items, with all profits being donated to our current charity, Autism Speaks.

Thanks for your support!

And because a photography blog needs a photo in each post (well, I think so, anyway) - here's a little memory of the beauty from a Connecticut summer:

Oh, I can't wait to be outside in the sun again, feeling its heat on my back as I try to catch up with little toddlers, camera at the ready. I can't wait to run down to Harkness on a weekday with the kids, packing up sand toys and soccer balls, sunblock and sandals overflowing their tote. I can't wait for long evening walks with no rush to get the kids into bed since it's not a school night. I can't wait for the dirt to slide between my fingers as I pull weeds in our garden. I can't wait for the sunlight to warm the lavender in my flower beds, so I can run my hands along the stems, smelling its heady fragrance as it moves in the breeze.

But.

It's January. So, I'll just have to wait with happy anticipation.

For now.

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."

~Henry James

Because.

2010-01-27T00:00:00.005-05:00

I'll look back and wonder where it went. The pink sleeping bag she would take to bed every night. How she'd wrap it around her shoulders when she was sick and just look at me with big blue eyes.

Because.

I'll look back and wonder where it went. That little stuffed dog that she would bring to 1st grade for the first three months as she tried to deal with Connor not being in her class for the first time. How she'd always hunt for her "Little Garth" puppy before she (literally) hopped up into bed each night.

Because.

I'll look back and wonder where it went. The set of tie-dyed knit pajamas she'd wear on days when she felt "so gross, Mom." How she wore them for about three years because she grew so slowly.

Because.

I'll look back and wonder where it went. The paper I'd find with slanting note written in her little left hand. How she'd love to copy Paul by leaving little notes around the house for us to see.

"How is everyone? I am glad to be better and going back to shcool. It is a plesher. Love Nora."

Because.

I'll look back and wonder where it went. The time.

And so, I photograph.

My girl.

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A New Site. A Print Sale. A Happy Friday. All at once.

2010-01-22T00:00:00.003-05:00

It's hard to believe that I'm finally able to post about this project that I've been working on over the past months, but here it is at last. I'm thrilled to announce that I have done something I've never done before: I now have a real, live, breathing website, which can be found here: www.betsyjophotography.com. To say I'm happy and relieved is an understatement. I used ShowIt to create my site, and really enjoyed the creative process. I loved being able to have complete control over every thing that I wanted to put on each page, all the way down to the most nitty-gritty little detail. I had heard it was possible to truly create your own site all on your own, and I wasn't sure I really would be able to, knowing I have no technical web experience. Well, if I can do it, anyone can. I have been very happy with the software, as well as their customer service. So, for you photogs out there, I highly recommend looking into ShowIt.

In honor of this rather momentous occasion (well, momentous for me, anyway), I have decided to do something else I've never done before-- a print sale! For all of you who have been wanting to order additional gallery prints, now is the time! I am offering a 15% off coupon for any prints or products in your gallery. The coupon code is: BETSYJO15. So if you've been waiting to get an enlargement, or have been eyeing that canvas for your wall, be sure to take this opportunity. The sale only lasts until Thursday, January 28th at 11:59 pm. The coupon code is also valid for Prints for a Purpose, the Fine Art print gallery, with 100% of the profits going to our current charity, Autism Speaks. If you need the link to your personal online gallery, email me here: betsy@betsyjophotography.com, and I will send it right to you.

Speaking of doing things I've never done before, here's another-- having a solo photo shoot of my own for my contact page. (Thanks to my wonderful husband for being my personal phtoographer!) Now I have a greater understanding of how it is for my clients to be on the other side of the lens. Let's just say I prefer to be the one taking the photos. Paul did a wonderful job, though, especially because he had to put up with me telling him which aperture I wanted, which ISO to set it at, where to put the focus point, etc. (Yes, you should feel badly for him!) I'm so thankful he had the day off so we could chase some fabulous daylight!

I know this is a lot of business info in one blog post, but I have just one more thing to make you aware of: I am getting lots of emails regarding bookings for this spring, summer, and even fall, too. (I know...) So, I guess what I'm saying is, if you have been thinking about a portrait session, or senior photos, or are planning a wedding, now is really the time to contact me. For 2010, I am planning on taking a limited amount of sessions each month, and don't want anyone to be disappointed if I'm not available. There are a number of people out there with gift certificates, so I want you to be able to get a date set up, too. Email me for our new 2010 package prices and additional info. As always, I look forward to hearing from you!

*I have to add a note of thanks to all my wonderful clients, many of whom I now can call my friends. You have made me smile, going back in time to our photo sessions, as I added them to the website. Thank you for your business and trust in me. I am so privileged to share your memories.

Now be sure to check out my new site ... feel leave a comment or two here with your thoughts; your feedback is important, and appreciated!

Doing something halfway.

2010-01-18T00:00:00.010-05:00

There are times when doing something halfway can say more.

All I know is I love these 3 children. With my whole being.

"My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected."

-Anna M. Uhlich, author

2010-01-14T08:52:00.004-05:00

I'm working diligently on a very big project-- so this little spot is being slightly neglected. I can promise that it will be worth it, though. For now, it's under wraps until I can announce it, but for the time being, I leave you with this. It's hard to believe that it was once warm enough in CT to make my flowers bloom. But here's a little proof from our sun room back in May. 'Hope it gives you a little slice of hope and anticipation, while making you smile.

(This trunk was Paul's great-grandfather's (or great-great,I think? Not sure.) He brought it over from Europe when he came to the States. And I love it.)

And though it's very long- (this is just a small piece of the whole poem), it's worth a read. I leave you with this writing from Walt Whitman, penned in honor of Abraham Lincoln's untimely passing:

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,	5
And thought of him I love.

2 O powerful, western, fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!	10
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!

3 In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,	15
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.

4 In the swamp, in secluded recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.

Solitary, the thrush,	20
The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.

Song of the bleeding throat!
Death’s outlet song of life—(for well, dear brother, I know
If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would’st surely die.)	25

5 Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
Amid lanes, and through old woods, (where lately the violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the gray debris;)
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes—passing the endless grass;
Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprising;
Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards;	30
Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
Night and day journeys a coffin.

6 Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inloop’d flags, with the cities draped in black,	35
With the show of the States themselves, as of crape-veil’d women, standing,
With processions long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit—with the silent sea of faces, and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn;	40
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, pour’d around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—Where amid these you journey,
With the tolling, tolling bells’ perpetual clang;
Here! coffin that slowly passes,
I give you my sprig of lilac.	45

My Boy.

2010-01-11T00:00:00.006-05:00

He's so quickly turning into a little young man. It scares me and gives me hope all in one breath. He's observant and quiet, and then in the next moment enjoying a hearty laugh. He's inquisitive and curious, and asks more questions than I sometimes care to answer. He makes us smile, and can aggravate me to no end when he acts like a normal 10-year-old boy. In those moments, it is painfully obvious to me that I know nothing about raising a son. Coming from a family of 5 girls with no brothers leaves me feeling inexperienced, bewildered and often inadequate. At best.

We'll sometimes banter back and forth; he'll tease me for talking about some new information that I learned at school, ranking on me for using big "medical" words. ("C'mon, Mom!") While trying not to smile, he'll interject a little rolling of the eyes here and there, and it works for us. I have to tease him when he summarizes his entire new World War II book to me while we run errands after school. But he knows I secretly love to hear about his adventures in print, even if he does seem to drone on and on about some little detail that I confess to being uninterested in. I'll interject a little "uh-hmm" here and there, and it works for us. I admit that even when I frustratingly call him 3 times to empty the dishwasher or have to harp on him to bring out the trash, I am (sometimes) glad to find that once again it's a book that has garnered his attention.

I think my favorite thing is to see the look on his face when he's so engrossed in a plot that everything else recedes in his world, and he's completely unaware of life around him. As much as he may be a good older brother to his siblings (sometimes), I don't think I could ever leave him with them as a babysitter. I always tell him that the house could be falling down, but if he was in a book, it would escape his notice. When I see that look on his face, I always tell myself I should get a picture of it, because it won't be long before he won't be wanting to sit in the recliner and read a good book. Each time I see him reading, I keep saying to myself, "I should get the camera..." After telling myself that too many times, I finally did.

I see so many things in his face here, a little piece of the tiny baby I once knew-- and a small glimpse into the man he will become. There are things about him that remind me of so many people in his life from both sides of our family. Little mannerisms from older generations that seem to show on his face while he soaks up the printed words. I love how his face is at rest, so smooth, free from care or worry. I see all the little unique things that make up this boy I love. And then I smile.

“For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography, and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time.”

-Louis L'Amour, American author 1908-1988

Family: (n) a group of related things or people.

2010-01-06T08:44:00.006-05:00

Here's a quick share from a session done before Christmas. I had to keep most of the photos under wraps until gifts were given and cards sent out:

See how the above photo is all adorable, both happy and smiling? So cute, right? But I absolutely love the next photo in black and white. They're looking dead on, neither smiling, but there's something almost noble in their bearing. And I love it. It reminds me of a really old photograph. My favorite. (And it doesn't hurt that they are absolutely adorable little boys.)

Love.

These were a gift for the grandmother of these children. Easy to photograph, for sure!

Thanks again, L family! It was fun to revisit these!

Cousins.

2010-01-04T09:58:00.004-05:00

This little image is of a group of cousins that are quite dear to my heart. The story goes like this: my mother-in-law is a wonderful woman, always giving of herself, caring so deeply for others, and so easy to be with. So when it comes time for a gift, it's important to all of us that we do with something that will be meaningful and make her smile. It's also important that it be a separate gift from her Christmas present, since her birthday is December 23rd.

About a week and a half before her birthday, my brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law and Paul and I got the kids together for a snowy photo for Mom H. It was positively FREEZING. And there was not one complaint out of the children, since they knew it was being done as a surprise for their very special Grammy.

We gave her the enlarged, frame print on Christmas Day. It has a humorous little story, though: right before we finished our dinner, Mom mentioned that we needed to make sure to get a snapshot of all of the kids sometime in the evening. We all just kind of went along with her, and Nora pipes up, "Oh! Like we did before?!" I gave her the "shush" look with my widened eyes, and my mother-in-law assumed that Nora was referring to a picture from last year at Christmas. (Whew.) So it was rather enjoyable to give Mom the gift and watch her happiness and surprise upon seeing her adorable grandchildren!

Happy Birthday, Mom! We love you.

"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still she will cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsel to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."

-Washington Irving. author, essayist, historian (1783-1859)

A walk in the woods.

2010-01-01T20:46:00.005-05:00

It was cold, and snowy. Dislike for the inclement tendencies of winter made me want to refuse. I didn't.

I'm glad.

The ground was white. Soft.
Snow blanketed the brown earth and hushed all attempts at sound. Muffled.
No engines. Birds twitted.
Leaves moved slightly, and small clumps of snow fell from them, but no ear heard their landing. Soft.

We watched. And saw. Birds in flight. Clouds turning yellow in twilit preparation.

Moisture fell from spring's future blossoms. And children ran.

Our children.

They laughed, and smiled. They skidded, and jumped. Cheeks grew pink, eyes ran from the windswept chill. Still they skipped. Heavy boots unable to break through the muffled barrier. Such quiet.

We stopped. Absorbed. Noticed.
Details.

I thought. Full. Glad. Ours. This moment.

I thought. This, the first day of a new year.

A good start.

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. "

-John Muir, Scottish naturalist and preservationist (1838-1914)

Review: (v) to look back upon; view retrospectively.

2009-12-31T13:22:00.009-05:00

2009 has been a year of exploration, change, growth, challenge and fulfillment. I am really in awe of all that has happened over the last 12 months with this little hobby that quickly turned into a real live business. And that is thanks to you, my clients and readers-- so many of whom have now become friends. You have made me smile, made me laugh, even made me cry tears of emotion and happiness. So as this year concludes, I thank you, each and every one. I look forward to 2010 with happy anticipation for all that it may have in store. I am not a big one for resolutions; rather, goals I'd like to attain. I won't share them here, since I keep my own hand-written list in our nightstand drawer-goals for family life, dreams for Paul and I, little ideas for our home... & I will say that many of our goals involve this business. I anticipate more changes and milestones for this busineess in the coming year, and look forward to sharing them with you as they occur. May you have many lovely moments in 2010.

And since it's currently snowing here in Connecticut, I end the year with this quote:

"The old year did not slip away in a green twilight, with a pinky-yellow sunset. Instead, it went out with a wild, white bluster and blow."

-Anne Shirley (spelled w/an 'E', of course! -- how else would I end out the year but w/a Lucy Maud Montgomery quote?)

Home: (n) any place of residence or refuge.

2009-12-30T10:37:00.005-05:00

A number of weeks ago, I received an email from Caroline, introducing herself as a sister to one of my high school classmates. She mentioned that she and her siblings were all coming home for a Connecticut Christmas. (Doesn't that sentence sound so lovely? ;) Caroline was hoping I would be able to fit in a photo session as a surprise to her parents. Well, I was happy to oblige, and we settled on the morning after Christmas. The children now live in Illinois, Maryland, or Wisconsin, so it was the perfect time to get some photos before everyone went back home.

I am so glad we were able to make it work, Caroline. It was such a privilege meeting your entire family, and documenting a little place in the timeline of your life. Here are just a few of my favorites:

The only grandchild, sweet little Tessa, with a very happy set of grandparents:

Before I really start snapping away, I usually ask the family to just relax, interact, and ignore me while I test the light and get my exposure all set. I will admit that I often use that time to grab quite a few frames of them in their element. This photo is from that point in the shoot-- and I love it-- that so much is going on all at once, and how each little interaction tells a tiny story:

And then, when everyone's relaxed, they look beautiful and composed, like this:

The three 'original children':

I'm not usually an indoor photographer, but this next image makes me smile-- because behind them on the wall are the photos from their wedding.

As much as I like the above photo, this one is definitely my favorite of your little family, Melissa and Chris. Look at your little sweetheart:

Emily, who I graduated with back in the day (almost 12 years ago! WHAT?!). She and Nicholas are expecting a little one this Spring. Emily, you look as beautiful as ever... so happy for you! (And don't forget to let me know when your little one arrives :)

Caroline and Jason, thanks for your kind words and for organizing the session. 'So nice to meet you in person!

The girls, loving on the little miss:

And just one more, because I love how the baby has her hand on her grandmother's shoulder, like she knows she should pose for the photo:

Thanks for a great morning, Harvey family. I hope you experience a wonderful New Year filled with happy memories and many blessings!

"There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again."

-Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Sneak Peek.

2009-12-28T00:00:00.002-05:00

I'm so looking forward to sharing more from this wonderful family session!

To the Harveys-- thanks for trusting me with your family memories; it was a privilege spending time with you!

"To see their sons and daughters so flushed and healthy and happy, gave them also a reflected glow..."

-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, from Beyond the City

Remember.

2009-12-27T13:51:00.017-05:00

~

Today, I just have one little thing to say. I believe it with a fair amount of certainty:

I don't think we'll ever look back and say we took too many pictures.

"One day at a time-- this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering."

-Ida Scott Taylor, author

Cans for Comments - Update.

2009-12-26T22:10:00.002-05:00

Just a quick thank you note to my readers from Erica May, for her Cans for Comments drive. Check out her post here, and see how many cans she and her husband Jeff were able to donate with your help. Thanks for coming through, blog readers!

(And because a post is not a post without one, here's a photo of what my kids were up to lately. All while arguing like a bunch of siblings. Grr. How do I cure them of that...? Mom? Any tips? Hello?)

"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else."

-Charles Dickens

Christmas card

2009-12-24T00:00:00.001-05:00

Here's our 2009 Christmas card. From our home to yours. (And if you didn't get one in the mail, it's only because I ran out-- of cards, and time. :)

Merry Christmas, readers. You make me smile.

front:

inside top:

inside bottom:

back:

"I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses."

-Taylor Caldwell, American novelist. (1900-1985)

Singular: (adj.) separate; individual.

2009-12-23T09:08:00.005-05:00

Sometimes, you just get that moment. Sometimes, it's not even planned. You ask a little nephew to stand in a certain spot, because you need to check the light. And you grab the photo, not even intending to keep it. It's just a test shot before you put his siblings in the picture. And then, sometimes you get home and sit in happy quietness looking at a little instant in time that was insignificant-- but ends up becoming a story. A story of a little boy with freckles. Who has the sweetest gleam in his green eyes.

Sometimes, a photo should just stand alone.

Ethan Michael, you are adorable. That's my story.

The End.

~

OpLove Session, continued.

2009-12-21T23:46:00.007-05:00

A few more from the Operation: Love Reunited shoot:

All the best as you plan your wedding, Nicki-- And safe return to you, Justin! Thanks again for letting me photograph your sibling relationship!

The photos and other content of this publication do not imply any endorsement or recommendation by the Department of Defense.

OpLove Session. Brother.

2009-12-21T16:18:00.004-05:00

A few weeks ago, I received an email from Nicki, asking me if I was available over Christmas break to do a session for her and her brother, Justin. See, Nicki is getting married next June, and her brother can't be home for her wedding, because Justin is being deployed overseas right after Christmas. She wanted to put on her wedding dress, and have Justin in his uniform, to get some portraits of the two of them before he leaves. I felt so privileged and honored to have the opportunity, and even happier that the session could be donated, because I'm a photographer for Operation: Love Reunited. OpLove is an organization that provides free photography sessions to active duty servicemen and their families, giving our soldiers and their families something to cherish on their long absences. We sometimes hear in the news that more soldiers are needed, or that many more thousands are going to be deployed. It's sometimes easy to forget that for each soldier, there are siblings, mothers, fathers, wives, and children that are affected. This shoot was a good reminder for me to pray for our soldiers-- and their families who wait for them.

Nicki just had two requests for the session: that it not look like a 'winter wonderland', since she's getting married in June, and she wanted a shot of her snazzy shoes. So we went for an 'urban style' session. You'd never know it was absolutely frigid out, or that snow was headed our way within a few hours after the shoot. Mission accomplished, Nicki! :)

It was wonderful to meet you both, Nicki and Justin (and your mom; thanks for your help carting around the blanket!) Here are just a few of my favorites to hold you over until your full session can be posted:

I used to bug my parents for a brother. I thought it would be the coolest relationship. And moments like this are why I still think it's pretty special:

Here you go, Nicki:

'Can't wait to show you the rest!

*The photos and other content of this publication do not imply any endorsement or recommendation by the Department of Defense.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

2009-12-21T00:00:00.002-05:00

I'm working on an Operation Love: Reunited session for some great new clients, but while I finish their processing, I decided to share some photos of what's been going on in our household of late-- decorating, baking, and hosting a cookie exchange. I guess it's my little way to celebrate finals being over, and to drive away the blah days of winter. (Shocking, I know. Winter and I are not friends.)

Tutorial for how to make the paper starburst mirror here. (I made a few changes, but it's similar, anyway.)

My sister Colleen is a champion snowflake-maker. Thanks, Coll!

I have some very talented friends. Check out these cookies! We have been thoroughly enjoying the fruits of their labors.

The bakery boxes can be found here.

A little bit of art we hung on our walls-- A new metallic-style canvas I wanted to 'try.' :) It has a little bit of a sheen on a canvas wrap. I like how clear the image appears on this style template:

A closer view of the metallic edge:

Finally, an art project I wanted to put on our walls-- I first saw the idea here, and kind of improvised on it a little bit by adding feathers and paper pinwheels. I thoroughly enjoyed the cutting, gluing and tacking. A little regression to grade school art class, perhaps? It may seem slightly snowy or festive, but I plan on keeping it up for a long time. It reminds me of a summer dandelion on the wind, and makes me smile.

**Remember to stay tuned later today for a few images from Nicki and Justin's beautiful sibling session for OpLove. I'm so looking forward to sharing them with my readers!

Because it's cold and snowy here in Connecticut, and because I recently read through all the Anne of Green Gables series, and am now enjoying the Emily of New Moon series, I had to leave you with this quote by one of my favorite authors. It almost makes me like winter. A little bit.

"The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them."

- Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Sweet.

2009-12-18T18:13:00.004-05:00

These two little cuties were great to photograph-- look at those eyes! Kylee was so well-mannered and easy to work with. And Evan? Well, he's an adorable little ball of energy! I was afraid we didn't get any of him standing still, but I was wrong...

Thanks, Carrie, for a whirlwind "mini-session"! Your children are beautiful!

"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!"

-Charles Dickens

Wonder.

2009-12-18T11:44:00.004-05:00

More to share of this little redhead and his big sister, but I had to put this one up quickly. He was fascinated with all the color and light.

"Wonder is music heard in the heart, is voiceless."

-Rosemary Dobson

Together.

2009-12-17T00:00:00.001-05:00

Love.

They are rather enamored with their little boy:

My favorite-- it's like Gavin's squealing, "Merry Christmas!!"

(Isn't he just a little sweetie?) Love you guys!

"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."

Antoine de Saint-Exupery, French writer and aviator.
1900-1944

Growth (n.) the act or process, or a manner of growing; development; gradual increase.

2009-12-15T00:00:00.003-05:00

This little boy has my heart, so I'll warn you that this post may get long. I love being with him-- he's always happy and those blue eyes take you right in. This is my little buddy, the son of my husband's brother and his lovely wife. He's such a little trooper. This first year of his life has been busy with therapies and surgeries, and lots of brave visits to doctors. He's come so far, and is doing so well since his multiple cleft palate surgeries. I'm so proud of his tenacity and little man courage. He's such a good, happy baby. (I know he's almost one, but he's still a baby in my eyes...) Gavin D, we love you. Happy soon-to-be-birthday, buddy!

I'm going to start off with his jammy pictures, and then move on to his yummy cake-smashing. We had a busy time grabbing some first year images and family Christmas pictures. Truth be told, I was sick the day of Gavin's shoot, and couldn't even give this guy a smooch. I had to check myself a few times, not to go too close to him. This is part one of two, as there are some more family pictures to show when I have more time, when I feel better and when finals are over... :)

Here's Mr. Blue Eyes himself. Enjoy:

And just a little look at what's coming up:

"Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations."

-- Cyril Connolly

Sneak Peek

2009-12-14T00:00:00.001-05:00

Nostalgia: (n) A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.

2009-12-11T20:32:00.005-05:00

Isn't it interesting how our senses are so intertwined with our most vivid memories? I think that's the reason I make these cookies every year at Christmastime; it's like I can relive the smell of Grandma's kitchen, the buttery taste of her cookies, the sight of her swirling the white powdered sugar frosting, and putting little red-hot candies on crispy surfaces. If you've never had these cookies, I'm sorry. Because you're missing out. This recipe comes from the best cook I know. I still call her for her delicious recipes. And even as an octogenarian, she still cooks like nobody's business.

Speaking of grandmothers, a couple of weeks ago, the wonderful grandmother of our children offered to take all 3 of them for the whole day. I have the. best. mother in law. Ever. And so, while she gave me time and opportunity to study for exams, I snuck in some time to bake, and photographed the process as I went along. Thanks, Mom H. I enjoyed my time of solitude immensely. And the kids enjoyed themselves with you even more.

Disclaimer: I am not the most domesticated, talented cook out there. I don't even bake that often, or that well. But when winter rolls around, there's a nagging desire in me to make the house smell good and satisfy my family's appetite. Plus, it's better than studying.

Holiday Many Way Butter Cookies.

Enjoy.

First, sift 2 and 2/3 cup of flour with 1/4 tsp. salt. Keep in separate bowl. Cream 1 cup of softened butter. Gradually beat in 1 cup of sugar. Cream. Blend in 1 unbeaten egg & 2 tsp. of vanilla. Beat well. Add the dry ingredients.

Then, liberally sprinkle a flat surface with flour, like this:

Use lots of flour. You'll be glad you did. Then dump the contents of your bowl onto said floured surface.

Roll out cookie dough into 1/4" thick sheet. Be sure to keep the thickness equal. To make life easier, use a marble rolling pin. Because it works. And because it's what my Mom taught me. (She always knows best.) --Then you can ask my 6-year-old twins what their 2-year-old twin selves did with my rolling pin handles 4 years ago. I hope they answer. Because it's been bugging me for the last 48 months or so.

This is my favorite part. Get your Christmas cookie cutters and go to town.

Really go to town:

Place on cookie sheets fairly close to each other. The cookies don't spread very much.

Bake at 375 degrees for 7-10 minutes, just until the edges start to brown. So good.

(It's okay, you can ask yourself -- "What's up with the shamrock cookie shapes at Christmastime?" I know, the shape is probably intended for St. Patty's Day. But I like them. See, my Grandpa Ryan used to say that there are 2 kinds of people in the world: those who are Irish, and those who wish they were. I'm glad to say I'm the former. So I bake shamrocks at Christmas. It makes me smile and remember my Grandpa.)

I do realize that it may be considered odd just how much I like Connecticut:

Make lots and lots and pile them on cookie sheets. Realize that it's a lot of work to decorate them all. Get sick of it about half way through, and wonder why you doubled the batch, anyway. Eat a few. That way you don't have to decorate them, right?

Go ahead. You'll be glad you did.

**Note: the above image has my watermark, but it was taken by our oldest son. Which involved him showing a lot of patience with me instructing him on how to shoot manual and spot meter to get the image exposed correctly. Thanks, Joel. You're a good sport.

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."

~Oscar Wilde

Snow Day.

2009-12-10T08:46:00.003-05:00

What to do with three children home from school? Put them to 'work'.

Gum drop wreath-making is a very serious business:

Christmas trains:

"And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow. "

Roy Bean

Gift.

2009-12-09T17:19:00.004-05:00

Betsy Jo Photography gift certificates are here in time for the holidays... Remember that special someone on your list with a customized photo session!

Email me at: betsyphoto1@gmail.com for details and shipping times.

Gentle Ben.

2009-12-09T11:07:00.003-05:00

This was such a fun (read: busy!) session; I always enjoy capturing kids in their element. Michelle had a great idea to just go somewhere that would be fun and comfortable for Ben-- and it worked to bring about some classic photos showcasing this little boy's gentle and vivacious personality! He had fun running all over Kloter Farms play-scape display.

So I'll let the photos speak:

One thing's for sure: this little boy dearly loves his mother.

My favorite:

Just some cute little outtakes that I couldn't resist:

"One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one."

-Charles Dudley Warner

Joie de Vivre.

2009-12-08T00:00:00.000-05:00

That's all I could think of when I photographed this little guy.

Many more to come, Michelle!

Cherish: (v) to hold or treat as dear; feel love for.

2009-12-07T00:00:00.000-05:00

A few more from the wonderful couple I had the privilege of photographing-- Alice and Lou have been married 58 years, and their lovely daughter-in-law contacted me for a session to surprise Alice and Lou's children with these pictures as Christmas gifts. (I can't wait to hear how the family reacts, Pam!)

The car in the photos is the same make, model and year as the vehicle they took on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls. LOVE it! Thanks again to all of you for trusting me to capture these wonderful moments. And enjoy a wonderful Christmas with your families!

I just think of the word 'quiet' when I look at this next image. I love the look on their faces:

And just a few more of the grandkids' Christmas session-- I saw this awesome bike at the end of their driveway, and when it was time to grab a few more photos in a new location, Pam said she trusted me to do 'what I wanted.' I asked her, "Do you mean it?" (She said yes.) I was all, "Ummmmm, you know that vintage bike way down at the bottom of your driveway...?" :) What a good sport! Thanks, Pam. I'm glad you made the effort!~

This next one? Love it.

"Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle."

-Amy Bloom

Quick Reminder

2009-12-04T14:08:00.004-05:00

Just a note to let you all know that Erica May's " Cans for Comments" drive ends tonight at 11:59 pm -- KC time! So go leave another comment, or leave your first one ever. I know how many people visit this blog each day, and on average only 1-2% comment. Sooooo... now's your chance to leave a little note on Erica's blog to help those in need. I know we can exceed her goal by a LOT!

THANK YOU!

...And because I'm working on this session and loving it, here's another one: (And you can view their beautiful grandchildren in the post below.)

Siblings.

2009-12-03T22:05:00.006-05:00

You know the adorable couple I had in my last post? Here are their adorable grandchildren:

Methinks they got the good-looking genes:

I know, I felt like I was shooting for a J. Crew catalog. 'Love this next one. Can't you just picture it all blown up on a big canvas, like this one?

Katie, Sarah & Jesse: thanks for being so great to work with (again... see past images here.) And thanks for laughing-- even if you were laughing at me. It looks good in the pictures, so I'll take it! :)

Lots more to show from our day-- I didn't even know where to start, so I grabbed these 2 and put them up. Can't wait for you to see the rest!

"What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories." -George Eliot

A little look into a lot of love.

2009-12-03T00:00:00.005-05:00

Sometimes when I photograph, it's as if I am finally figuring something out that's been percolating in my thoughts for awhile. While photographing these images, this is what I understood: We value youth as beauty, above so many attributes. We honor the new blossom of love as a young, vivacious and important emotion. And it is. But then I get to see this, and I realize our society has a flawed view of what we should value. So I bring it to you now, in the form of these two who look at each other and see each other. Really see each other, as they saw 58 years ago. And it's then I realize that the blossom of youth fades and quickly withers. But the emotion that endures is so plainly evident in their eyes. In their hands. In the way they laugh. In the way they understand.

I love my job-- because during a session like this one, it doesn't feel like a job at all.

This was supposed to be just a quick little look at one or two images, but I couldn't help it. There are too many that are beautiful because of the love these two share. So, I will be bringing many, many more to the blog once the session edit is finished.

Lou and Alice, I wish I could convey how much your session impressed me. So I will just say thank you. (And Pam and family, you made my day. Thanks for trusting me with these memories!)

Sweet: (adj) pleasing or agreeable; delightful.

2009-12-01T18:53:00.018-05:00

I've been busy with Christmas sessions, but have to hold off on blogging some of the photos as not to spoil the surprise. So instead I bring you 'a day in the life of us.'

I have to warn my readers in advance: I don't know if some may find my little everyday posts mundane and of the baser variety. This one is just that. But I have to admit, these happen to be some of my favorite photography posts. Because I love to photograph my children. I'm biased, and know it. But I don't apologize for wanting to hold these moments in my heart, through my camera, for always.

As a mother, there's nothing sweeter than to see the light in their faces when they're content and without care or worry. That look in their eyes that puts a lump in my throat, and a thrill of joy in my heart. So I photograph, and I'll remember. I write, so I'll remember. I smile and feel thankful. I'll remember the way their little mouths grinned, the way their fingers worked in concentration, how long lashes graced little cheekbones. I photograph so I'll remember the look of accomplishment in their eyes, the way the sugar ran through little hands. So I won't forget how their red lips were rimmed in melted chocolate, and how I didn't have the heart to tell them their face was messy. Because I don't want them to grow too quickly. Because we're busy, and our days are so swiftly passing us by. Because moments like this are too few. Because I know how blessed I am. I want to remember. And this I do know: the memories will be sweet.

*Nora's cap can be purchased here. And the spiffy pottery bowl? Here.

Note: We have 3 children. This next picture is of our buddy Lo. She is a great friend to Nora, a "sister in absentia". And she fits right in.

And this guy? Joel's getting so grown up. He's been such a huge help lately, helping make our suppers, cleaning, even making 2 big pans of Butternut Squash casserole for our Thanksgiving meal. All by himself. Truthfully? I seriously have no idea how I would do it all without him and his father. 'Love the men in my life. And I wish that one of them would stop growing so quickly. Slow down, little boy. Because you still are a little boy. I mean, right? Aren't you? Slow down.

And I have to save this one for last. Because it makes me laugh. (Disclaimer: I offered the beater with leftover fudge to Nora's friend Lo, and she said, "No, thank you." I promise. But isn't she adorable?!)

*By the way, my kids love reading your comments when I put up a post of this sort. So feel free... :)

PEANUT BUTTER BLOSSOMS RECIPE:

1 c. sugar
1 c. butter
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. salt
2 (10 oz. pkg.) Hershey Kisses
1 c. brown sugar
1 c. creamy peanut butter
1/4 c. milk
3 1/2 c. flour
2 tsp. baking soda

Mix all ingredients above except Kisses. Shape in medium size balls. Place on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 375 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes. Let cool for a few minutes, place 1 kiss on each blossom.

"Every man's memory is his private literature."

~Aldous Huxley

Two more things:

First, I want to thank all those who left comments over at my mentor, Erica May's blog. She emailed me and thanked all of you-- saying that she "has had so many wonderful comments thanks to my blog followers." (I have to admit, I have some awesome readers... :) So far, she has already exceeded her total canned food donations from last year, but I know we can help her out even more. See, she has been so helpful in getting me to even believe that I could do this whole photography thing-- encouraging me, answering my questions, even giving me the push I needed to start this blog. This is just one little way I can thank her. So if you have left a comment, you can leave more than one -- and thanks ;) ! And if you haven't commented yet, jump on over to her blog and a leave a little note (email is not seen or published), and she'll donate a can of food to those in need, right from you! We have just a couple more days to get them in before the 12/4/09 11:59 pm deadline. I'm counting on you!

Also:

My own little charity project is still going on:

*To learn about or purchase 'Prints for a Purpose', click here. Thank you for the interest and support thus far!*
This months' charity is 'Autism Speaks.'

Thank you, readers!

Home: (n) any place of residence or refuge.

2009-11-30T00:00:00.004-05:00

Home. Because there's really no place like it on Earth. Because it's where our family is, and where we feel most comfortable as we surround ourselves with the sweetness of the everyday. Because it's where we long to return when the day has grown long.

Home. What better place to have a photo session than in the very place we feel closest to ourselves?

Here are just a few of the many beautiful photos your family created, Theresa. I'm so glad we could fit in this photo shoot while Leah was on break from college. It was nice meeting all of you! Enjoy a little glimpse into your at-home session:

This one's for the boys...

"There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again."
-Margaret Elizabeth Sangster, (1838-1912) - American poet, author, and editor

Update

2009-11-27T18:02:00.006-05:00

So a few days ago, I announced the Muddy Brook Potters Studio Sale that was starting today. Being of the curious sort, I stopped down at the studio today, and saw lots of nice people, brisk sales, and my parents all at the same time. (I've always enjoyed multi-tasking.) Lots of pottery pieces are already gone, but the sale continues tomorrow morning again, starting at 9:00 and going until 4 pm. The big announcement is that at mid-day tomorrow, a brand new collection of pottery will be available from this week's big wood kiln firing. So be sure to stop down and say hello while getting your Christmas shopping done. Maybe I'll even see you there. (Grab a little Christmas cookie while you're at it, too!)

Also, please refer to the post below in regards to the Cans for Comments drive that fellow photographer, Erica May is holding! Do me a huge favor and inundate her blog with comments, please! She is donating one can of food for each comment left. You'll make my day if you help her out!! THANKS!

Can I ask a little favor?

2009-11-27T10:08:00.004-05:00

I have a question for all my blog readers. Can you help a friend out?

Some of you who have read this blog from the beginning know of Erica May, photographer extraordinaire, who has helped me in countless ways as I wade my way through the sea of photography. She just started a 'Cans for Comments' drive to help those who have so much less than we do. For every comment left on her blog, she will donate one can of food to 'Harvesters', Kansas City's only foodbank. So can you help me out to help her out by leaving a comment on her blog? I know it would make her smile. She's done a lot to help me get here, so it'd be great to give back to her in this small way. So even if you've never commented here, do me a favor and comment there. And tell her I said hello, okay? (Last year she had 86 comments. Let's blow that out of the water.) Just put in your name (or initials if you prefer) in the correct box, and your email address. Your email will not be shared. Then type in your comment, and hit 'post.' And you're done. THANK YOU!

And because a post on a photography blog always needs a picture, here's a little look at what's coming soon:

Thankfulness and the number 200.

2009-11-26T14:25:00.003-05:00

Just a small sample of the many reasons I have to thank God every day. Without them, I wouldn't even be me.

And I just realized that this is the 200th post on this blog. What better way to mark a milestone than a post filled with the 4 people (of many in my life) who love me and support me?

And I'm especially thankful for this man who is my #1 supporter, the most patient and loving husband, and such a wonderful father to our 3 kids. I have been blessed beyond what I ever could have hoped for or deserved.

(And for those who comment on our childrens' eyes, look above. Now you know where they get them from.)

Happy Thanksgiving, dear readers. May it be filled with joy and gratefulness.

"Let us remember that, as much has been given us, much will be expected from us, and that true homage comes from the heart as well as from the lips, and shows itself in deeds."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Reminisce: to recall past experiences, events.

2009-11-25T06:00:00.001-05:00

This is a little look at a session that happened around late summer/early fall. It's kind of a treat to go back and look at these images, when the air was warm, and the grass was so green that it almost made the eyes strain to look at it. I love summer. So let's reminisce back to when the days were hazy, bare feet were abundant, and the fruit was just ready to ripen:

This one just might be a favorite:

Thanks again, John, Janelle, Mia and Bradley! It was fun going back to this warm summer's evening in my mind... :)

*To learn about or purchase 'Prints for a Purpose', click here. Thank you for the interest and support thus far!*
This months' charity is 'Autism Speaks.'
~

Announcing...

2009-11-23T10:16:00.001-05:00

So I'm rather pleased to bring some new photos to my blog readers, which involve a very talented artist. (Hi, Dad! ;) Not that I have any sort of bias, but here's a beautiful website you really need to check out: www.muddybrookpotters.com.

For details and directions to the Muddy Brook Potters studio sale, you can email them here: muddybrookpotters@gmail.com

With the holiday season upon us, now is definitely the time to start thinking about purchasing gifts for those you love, co-workers, teachers, and friends. Now, I'd say to get to the studio sale on Friday early, because pieces move quickly, but... if I did, my favorites might be gone by the time I get there. So, that's all I'm gonna' say.

Here's just a little sample of what's in store:

And a few from around the studio:

"With the most primitive means the artist creates something which the most ingenious and efficient technology will never be able to create."

-Kasimir Malevich

Enigma. Personified.

2009-11-20T20:17:00.009-05:00

This is our boy. He's quiet and placid. Loving and forgiving. Sensitive and caring. Often happy and energetic.

He's also sometimes loud and frustrating, sometimes impatient and whiny.

At times, I will admit he's an enigma to me. On days like today, when I have yet another discussion with him about the tone of his voice, and the choice of words he's using, I shake my head in bafflement. --I'm sure right now my Mom is smiling as she reads this, maybe thinking I'm getting a wee taste of what I gave her. And I am. Oh, am I ever. --Sometimes Connor's an enigma, but sometimes I totally get him. I understand the thundercloud in his chest he feels some days, and I understand the joy he finds in unexpected places. I understand his frustrations and his many dreams. I see his personality and I'll admit I kind of cringe, hoping he won't be like I was as a child. (Hoping against hope that he's more like Paul and less like me...)

But then he'll do something that makes me feel like the sun just touched my shoulders on a warm day. And I look into his eyes and see who he really is, and who he wants to be. His heavy-lidded lashes open and look honestly at me, waiting for response. And it doesn't just feel like the warm sun came out; it feels like my heart is growing and growing, ready to fill my whole being with love for the little stinker.

He's the little boy who loves to get up really early before school starts. He'll sneak out of bed before 6:00 am, and ask, "Joel, do you want me to turn on the light for you so you can read?" Like he's doing Joel a favor or something. (Joel always says, "NO. Don't. I'm sleeping. Go to sleep.") And Connor says, "I CAN'T! Seriously, I can't!" Unsuccessful with his brother, Connor then pads over to his sleeping twin sister's room... "But, Mom, I DIDN'T wake Nora up! I just went in and poked her toes a little bit. I didn't call her name, though!" And in that moment, I want to just laugh, the joy bubbling up even though I'm so aggravated that he once again tried to wake his siblings. Even though every night we tell him to just come downstairs quietly without waking them. I love it and can't stand it all at the same time. An enigma.

In the morning, he'll quietly lay on the rug and draw pictures, or build Lego towers, filling long moments of solitude. He's the child who is so happy to just find paper and pencil and draw for hours, creating tiny detailed sketches of soldiers, cowboys, Indians, arrows, animals, flags, ships, and pirates.

He's the boy who takes such good care of his twin sister, making sure she's happy with him, joining her when she wants to play pretend, even if her idea of a good time is different from his. Today I found him in the backyard, laying in the fall grass, enjoying the 60 degree November day, paper and pencil at the ready. He silently scooted over as Nora walked up to him, making room for her to watch as he drew. She didn't speak, and neither did he. But they just know each other enough to not use words sometimes. I love watching them, and wish I could be more like them.

He's the boy who wants so badly to be like his big brother, doing things to impress Joel even if they aren't always things that I condone. He wants to fit in, to be liked. But he also doesn't want to fit in, and he doesn't care if someone likes him or not. An enigma. He's the middle child by less than one minute, but he takes that one minute and carries it a mile. He does nothing halfway. And I want to hug him for it.

This is our boy. And I love him. Yes, he does baffle me. But I'll take these moments, and bottle them up, and hold them close while I pray for so many more just like them.

*To learn about or purchase 'Prints for a Purpose', click here. Thank you for the interest and support thus far!*
This months' charity is 'Autism Speaks.'
~

Place.

2009-11-18T00:00:00.006-05:00

We all have one. That place where we feel full, where long-past memories merge with current joys. Where we return to again when the days are long and sometimes overwhelming.

When our reserves are empty, and arms are weary, we have a place. When we hit a wall so hard that our face feels bruised, we can go there. It brings us refreshment and makes us smile again.

So while thoughts are many and sometimes compounding, I am going there in my mind.

This is my place. And these are my people.

And I'll just say it again. I love New England. (In the summer, anyway.)

So, where is your place?

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness. "

-John Keats, English poet
(1795-1821)

Just a little look-

2009-11-16T21:09:00.002-05:00

This shoot was kind of an unexpected little treat. The day before this session, I got an email from Jen that she was coming down to visit her family, and wondered if I had time for some Christmas card images of her two boys, and then some pictures of all of her nieces and nephews. Normally I don't take sessions on my clinical days, but I couldn't resist, knowing that Jen was making the trip down to CT. I'm glad I agreed; the kids were great!

I am not posting some of my favorites, since Christmas is around the corner and I don't want to spoil any surprises... :) So here are just a few:

Jen and crew, thanks so much for a great session-- 'can't wait to send you your gallery!

Sneak Peek of Joy. x 3.

2009-11-13T09:24:00.002-05:00

I love this picture.

Because I'm a mom.

And I have 2 sons.

And pictures of me with my children are few. (That's one of the prerequisites of being a mother, right? :)

So enjoy, Jen. I hope this image makes your heart happy today.

Lots more to come soon!

Homestead.

2009-11-13T07:52:00.004-05:00

So, I got to do a shoot recently that's a little different from my 'norm', and it was an enjoyable session. Homestead Fuel is a full-service fuel oil company that really concentrates on excellent customer service. I should know. They've visited our house more times than I care to admit, with our finicky little boiler. And they always do a great job, leaving the work area cleaner than they found it.

Jeff wanted a group shot to enlarge and hang in the entryway of the office:

Thanks to the whole Homestead Fuel crew for lending me a few minutes of their lunch hour!

Check out their website here for more info: www.homesteadfuel.com

Pets and Hobbies.

2009-11-11T06:08:00.004-05:00

I told you the light was beautiful, Rebecca! :)

Rebecca's friend Laura came to help her out with the pet-sitting part of the shoot, so we got some images of her with her dog, Darling-- who is a very nice dog. But I will admit it was funny for me to talk about or to her and say, "Darling." I decided I should nickname my children Darling so that when they are misbehaving and I'm getting after them, no matter how frustrated I am, saying 'darling' along with it won't sound so mean. Right? :)

Hello, Smudge.

Fun little shot here:

Rebecca, I love this one of you in black and white. So calm-looking and enjoying the beautiful evening. With just a tiny grin on your face.

Know what's nice about this little job of mine? I get to hear beautiful, lyrical songs being played on a violin out in golden light. Laura even pulled out all the stops and played a lilting Irish melody for me. Somehow, she thought I just might enjoy that. Imagine that. :) It was just beautiful. And right then, I thought, "I love my job."

See how gorgeous it was? I did nothing post-editing to this sky-- just let it wash cobalt blue in all its glory.

A little bokeh always makes me smile:

Light. Yes. Gorgeous. And a relaxed, smiling Laura just adds to the equation.

Love it.

Thanks, Rebecca (and Laura) for a nice little evening spent in beautiful warm sunshine! I enjoyed working with you both!

"Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms."

-George Eliot

Violins and Bunny Rabbits.

2009-11-10T00:00:00.001-05:00

I don't usually choose non-human objects for a sneak peek, but I thought these were fun to start off with-- two unlikely items to begin our post.

Is your curiosity piqued yet?

More to come soon...

FFA '09 -'10

2009-11-09T00:00:00.000-05:00

This was my second shoot for the Rockville High School FFA Club, and we had a great afternoon with stellar blue skies for shooting photos! I always enjoy individual portraits, and this day was no exception.

Thanks to all of you for being willing and easy to work with-- and to the coordinators for their efficient organization!

Here's just a little peek; many more to show once your private online gallery is complete!

"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams."

-Ashley Smith

Day 192.

2009-11-07T09:37:00.015-05:00

Two of my favorite words:

Saturday morning.

(Yes, I may have asked Paul to wait to eat until I grabbed the camera to get the yellow sunlight illuminating the powdered sugar.)

*Post-Edit to add the recipe - by request:

"Wicked Good" French Toast:

1/2 c. butter
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 c. brown sugar
3 T. New England maple syrup
1 apple, sliced
1/2 c. raspberries
1/2 c. blueberries
1 - 8 oz. loaf of french bread, cut in 1/2" slices
2 eggs
3/4 c. milk
1/2 tsp. vanilla

*I usually double this recipe to put in a 9x13 pan.

Melt butter, stir in cinnamon, brown sugar & syrup in small saucepan on stove. Pour into base of 8x8 pan. Arrange apple slices & fruit over butter mixture in dish. Arrange bread over the fruit, doubling up layers. In a small bowl, beat eggs, milk & vanilla. pour over bread. Sprinkle cinnamon over all and cover with foil. Refrigerate overnight.

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Bake for 40-50 minutes. Eat. (Sprinkle with powdered sugar before eating, if you like. It's so pretty on the toast, and it's fun to watch the little white dots slide down the maple syrup waterfalls.)

**Note: I never refrigerate overnight because I'm too lazy, and don't plan ahead. And I change up the fruit and ingredients pretty much every time I make it. I don't use a half cup of the berries; I use 1 c each. Also, I think one more egg and a little more milk makes the whole thing better. And I usually put in more vanilla. Because it's good. And I don't use a 1/2 cup of butter. Maybe a 1/3 cup. It's also good with chopped walnuts on top. Okay, I realize that the final product is really nothing like the original recipe. What can I say? I broke the rules. I would not make a good cookbook writer. But it tasted pretty good. And please don't think that I'm an expert or a good cook. I'll admit that I'm not the best of either. Just trust me on that. If you're looking for a good recipe, check with my sister Melinda. She's an expert on the culinary arts. But I do like to eat. Does that count?

And please. Please. Whatever you do, use real maple syrup. I would appreciate it. (Dan, that goes for you, too. Even if you are in IL and eat the fake stuff, I ask that you not corrupt my niece and nephew.)

Enjoy.

"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love."

-Marcus Aurelius

You sure grew out of your baby ways...

2009-11-05T22:02:00.007-05:00

{ "It's your birthday; we wish you many more,
Health and wealth and friends by the score!
Cut the cake, and let's eat some more;
Happy birthday to you! "}

Happy Birthday, Anderson! 'Love you, little man!

This one's for you:

Cut the Cake - John McCutcheon

Laylah Rose.

2009-11-04T16:15:00.003-05:00

There's something about newborn sessions that I enjoy so very much. This shoot was yet another reason why-- a sweet little girl with big brown eyes.

This shoot was an early Christmas gift for Laylah's mom, and it was such a privilege to be a part of something so memorable. Laylah came from out of state to see me, and though it was technically a 'newborn session' I had to grab some of her family interacting with her. I love doing that when my clients don't really notice that I'm shooting-- I can grab those natural moments in between that teach us so much about ourselves.

And this next image explains a lot. I love it. See the way she looks at her Daddy?

Those eyes!

I had to show off her eyelashes:

Daddy's dog tags:

Love this one of Mommy and Laylah's hands:

Doesn't she just look so snuggled here?-

Grandpa even got in some of the images. Laylah thoroughly enjoyed this:

Isn't this one so sweet? She gave this adorable grin just as her mom leaned down to give her a little smooch:

I think the sock fuzz in between her toes is just adorable here:

To Laylah and the 'G' family:

Thanks for making the trip to come and see me! I enjoyed working with all of you... All the best as you watch your beautiful daughter grow! (And enjoy your early Christmas gift, Renee!)

A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.

-Eda J. Le Shan

*To learn about or purchase 'Prints for a Purpose', click here. Thank you for the interest and support thus far!*

This months' charity is 'Autism Speaks.'

A little Monday morning happiness.

2009-11-02T04:00:00.000-05:00

Meet Laylah Rose.

Her eyes are like pools of swirling, dark, smooth espresso. But even better in real life.

More images to come, but I figured this was a good way to start out the week:

I love my job.

Day 183.

2009-10-29T19:19:00.003-04:00

I love these kids.

Little bodies, fervent in their purpose of striding through a field of frost-tinged grass. Little boy in red, miniature hands in pockets, imitating some other person in his life-- a small sway starting in his feet, signifying a little mischief. (Really.) Little girl in brown corduroy, moving with constant purpose and intent. Always with a plan in mind. In that moment, I notice her hair's growing longer. (I like it.) He in blue, moving with spring in his step, and this certain comical little swagger in his walk. Like he's growing up or something. (He is.) He in his big brown jacket, a step behind, his body in downswing, just ready to raise his foot to run and catch up with the others. Always wanting to be sure he doesn't miss anything. (He doesn't.)

I love these little kids. I love their little lives. Lives moving too quickly. Don't run. Wait. Savor. Rest. Slow down, little ones.

Because I don't want to miss anything. Slow down.

“I would savor the moments a lot more this time. I would probably work less and enjoy it more.”

-Walter Cunningham, Lunar Module pilot, Apollo 7 mission (b. 1932)

Family: (n) a group of related things or people.

2009-10-28T00:00:00.004-04:00

A beautiful fall session in New England. We tromped through colorful leaves and crispy grass to get some images for this beautiful family. It was so nice meeting all of you, H family! Thanks for trusting me to document your memories. Enjoy your photos!

"Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don't wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it's at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored."

-Earl Nightingale

Sneak Peek: Siblings

2009-10-26T00:00:00.000-04:00

Many more to come of these two adorable siblings. Thanks to Diane, Keith, Mikaela and Liam. I'm looking forward to showing you the rest from your beautiful session!

Kennebunkport. Relived.

2009-10-22T12:03:00.007-04:00

A respite to Maine. Paul and I.

I love New England. Drive 2+ hours, and you feel like you're in a totally different world. Nice.

The Maine coastline is awesome, in the real sense of the word. So loud and ferocious, even though it wasn't windy. I think it would be an amazing experience to see this stretch of coastline during a storm. The surf sounded like thunder. But somehow, it was so relaxing in its sound. I love the ocean.

A little shot of George H.W. Bush's humble abode.

Fierce.

This next one is Paul's-- He's becoming quite the photographer lately. Way to go on the negative space, hon'!

Another one of Paul's. I'm liking it:

Look at the reflection in Paul's sunglasses. (Yes, he forgot his razor...)

Look again.

Hello, blog readers! (Do you like my new gloves?)

Beautiful, beautiful weather. It was snowing in CT while we were away. Heehee!

This question can only be answered correctly by 6 people in the world. To my Ryan family, what very unique location do you think this photo reminds me of? Correct guess wins you... um, nothing. Post edit: I changed my mind. There is a prize: 12x18 print of your choice, with 100% profit going to Autism Speaks. I thought I'd jog your memory a little bit... :)

Don't you think Paul deserved a trip for putting up with me for 11 years? 11 years!? What?!

Love you, Paulus!

---

I know I've used this quote before, but as we were sitting by the ocean, this poem kept running through my mind. It was so appropriate for that moment:

"Break, break, break on thy cold gray stones, oh, sea! And I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me."

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson, English poet

(1809-1892 )

*To learn about or purchase 'Prints for a Purpose', click here. Thank you for the interest and support thus far!*

This months' charity is 'Autism Speaks.'

Senior: Jen

2009-10-21T20:46:00.005-04:00

I'm going to be short on words for this post, and long on pictures. Jen's been waiting so patiently for me to post her senior session, so I want to get right to it. Just a few things: Jen, I loved working with you and meeting your mom-- and your sister and your grandparents. Thanks to them for letting us shoot at their beautiful farm! Senior shoots are one of my favorite things about my job, and clients like you are the reason why! Thanks for being so welcoming, accommodating, and just plain enjoyable to be with. And thanks for humoring me when I 'found' some beautiful light right as our session was supposed to be done. I think it paid off.

All the best to you as you decide on colleges! I'm sure you'll do wonderfully.

My favorite is below. No question. Look. at. those. eyes.

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined."

-Henry David Thoreau

Neighbor: (n) a person who lives near another.

2009-10-19T00:00:00.001-04:00

I love Robert Frost and all, but you know the whole 'Good fences make good neighbors' thing? Well, he was wrong. Because we don't have a fence in our front yard, and neither do Emil and Ann-- and we couldn't ask for better neighbors. Especially when they ask me to photograph their adorable family!

My kids love calling across the yard to Emil, Jr. and Ava when they're out playing, and it's so cute to listen to them chatting back and forth. (And, I have to admit I love visiting with Ann, because she's really nice, but also because her and Emil hail from Boston. Best accents ever.) Baby Addison is just a little thing, so we don't catch her outside often, but it was great fun to see her adorable personality during their session last week.

We had beautiful weather for their pictures-- finally! We were wondering if the photos would ever get done, because we had to reschedule twice on account of the rain. Well, I'd say it was worth the wait for stellar day we got.

Emil and Ann and family, thank you so much for a lovely morning! I thoroughly enjoyed working with all 3 of you. I'll be sending along your online gallery soon.

And now, a little glimpse:

I had to grab a few of the parents alone, especially since they hadn't had formal photos of the two of them since their wedding day...

I love this next one of Emil Jr. He was so good, and wanted to have the perfect smile. Which sometimes results in an imperfect smile. :) So, I had him tell me some knock-knock jokes. It was so cute! He was excited to share in the laughter, and he relaxed for some sweet little shots. I have to admit to having an ulterior motive, however. You know how I said I love Emil and Ann's accents? Well, hearing a little boy talk with a Boston accent? Even bettah. Wicked cute. Like music to my eahs.

Ava is such a sweetheart. She was thrilled with the flowers I brought along:

And check out her blue, blue eyes!

Addison was so funny! Emil and Ann were standing behind me for this shot, and Addison looked up at Emil (like only little daughters can do to their Dads), and she started jumping and dancing, knowing full well that her Daddy would think it was adorable. It was such a happy little jiggle. I had to show a few frames:

"We do not remember days; we remember moments."

~Cesare Pavese

Sneak Peek x 2

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Quick note: Email and phone responses will be delayed while we are "out of the office" for a few days of relaxation and refreshing. Sometimes it's just nice to get away and relax-- but I know I have 2 sets of clients who would love a little glimpse at their awesome sessions.

First up: Emil & Ann, Emil Jr., Ava & Addison: I cannot WAIT to show you the rest of your images. I am loving what we got-- you were so easy to work with. I should have known; you make such awesome neighbors! Here's just a little taste of your 3 adorable little ones. You guys make yet another reason for why I love doing this. So many, many more images to come-

Jennifer, you shined. Positively shined during your senior session. It is always such a joy for me to work with seniors, and I always look forward to each session. Your shoot reinforced my enjoyment of senior pictures! Thanks for going along with any suggestion and idea I had. 'Love clients who can see everyday items as art. And please thank your grandfather for letting me shoot in his awesome truck. Even if he did think I was a little loony... :) I'm excited to show you the rest of your images!

*AVAILABILITY NOTE: I have only two session openings remaining for October. Times are 1:30pm or 3:30pm on Saturday, October 31st, at Elizabeth Park in West Hartford, or in West Hartford Center. Your choice between the two locations. Email me at betsyphoto1@gmail.com to schedule. Thanks!

"I find it refreshing to unplug from it for a while. You kind of forget how deeply you get embedded in it."

-Will Wright

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