Four months ago an email popped up in my inbox from my long-time internet friend and fellow photographer Brooke. In it, she told me about her battle with PCOS, and her years long struggle to conceive. Her heartbreak. Her persistent optimism that was always, without fail, followed by a negative pregnancy test and an empty, hollow yearning. Tears poured from her body, aching and relentless, as infertility took her to the edge of a deep depression. Until finally, on the eve of her + her husband Mitch’s foray into the often unpredictable and trying realm of fertility treatments, she took one last test – it was positive. Tears of sadness quickly turned to ones of immense joy and shock and disbelief and gratitude and holy-shit-this-is-real-and-it’s-finally-our-time-and-OH-MY-GOD!!! At the tail end of her email Brooke asked if I was available to document this chapter in her and Mitch’s story. If I would be willing to make images of them on the precipice of parenthood. So last week, on a un-characteristically warm March day, Brooke, Mitch, and I ventured into the woods to revel in the beauty of Brooke’s growing belly and to celebrate and commemorate the life growing inside her. We laughed. We cried. We made memories of battles fought and won, of love unending, of joy and loss and hope and yearning.
Here are a few of my favorites from our evening together: