It’s usually easy for me to find words to accompany a blog post, but tonight I’m at a loss. I can’t seem to find the phrasing. The prose. The words that, when strung together perfectly, would accurately summarize my meeting Suzanne, our time together in Colorado, and the weekend I spent with her family in Ohio. They aren’t coming to me. I can tell you that Suzanne is an incredibly talented photographer and has a quiet happiness about her. That her husband Brant is a wonderful musician and has a perfect sense of humor. That their home is filled with magic. I can tell you about about their two children and the joy with which they embrace each day. And I can tell you that both of them, a mess of lovely hair and big eyes, greeted me with cautious welcome, excited curiosity and shy laughter.

Which was absolutely and wonderfully perfect beyond measure.

I was in Ohio for a wedding recently, so I spent a weekend with Suzanne, Brant, their beautiful family, and Suzanne and my dear friends Jenn + Dave Stark. The first morning I was there, I made some images of Suzanne and her beautiful children with my Mamiya film camera.

This is the kind of imagery I live for. Some are fuzzy and out of focus. Some frames didn’t advance properly. But I sort of love that about them. Because the imperfection is what makes it so wonderful. This is life. These are the moments that made me a photographer.

This is my why: