It’s that time of year again — time for me to reflect on all that’s happened over the past twelve months. I’ve been dreading this post, actually. Which probably seems odd. But it means that this year is over. That it’s gone, folded into the pages of memory, and I’m not quite ready to let it go just yet. It was incredibly perfect. Everything I’ve been dreaming of since I launched this humble endeavor, and decided, once and for all to chase headlong into the chasm of dreaming-so-big-it’s-scary. This year has been – has meant – everything.
But much to my chagrin, and despite my resistance, the year is coming to a close. So it’s time to savor each and every moment I was able to spend with all of you. A walk down the aisle. A new baby. Friendship. Family. Joy. Your stories are my why, and every single time you step in front of my camera, with your heart full of trust and your eyes wide, I am thankful. I am humbled. I am amazed and awed and filled with overused adjectives that spill forth in a effort to express how I am so incessantly and constantly overwhelmed by how wonderful it is that I get to do this every day. That I get to stand alongside you as you etch your names onto the pages of your stories, your laugh lines and tears punctuating each paragraph, my photographs stuck in chapters, creased, but not worn. Steady. Timeless.
Thank you. Forever and always and more than these tiny words on a screen will ever be able to express. For your trust, and love, and kindness, and friendship. Most of all, thank you for extending the invitation to witness your stories unfold, and allowing me the opportunity to capture them – to document the beauty and imperfection and laughter and minutia – as authentically and honestly and beautifully as I can.
Meredith and Kevin were married in their backyard last September, on a rainy and perfect Saint Paul day. I was blessed to share their day with them, and have been doubly blessed by their continued friendship. When Meredith emailed to announce her pregnancy, and her and Kevin’s desire to have me document the first few days in Linus’ life, I was overjoyed. I can’t think of anything better than watching my couples grow from engaged, to married, and onward as they start a family. So on a snowy November afternoon, I spent a few hours with this new family of three in their home, as they meandered the lazy and busy and hectic and perfect and calm days of early parenthood. Here are a few of my favorites:
Kari is a darling and dear friend of mine, who happens to be an incredible photographer herself, and one of the kindest, gentlest, and most genuine souls I know. Whenever I need her, without batting an eye she’s at my door, kids in tow and a smile on her face. Our busy lives don’t intersect nearly as often as I’d like, but on a perfect summer evening, two weeks ago with my girls in tow, we spent the last bit of daylight walking around our favorite path, through the last golden hours of summer. We laughed. We shivered. We swatted bugs and caught frogs and I made images of her lovely and beautiful and magnetic family. Here are a few of my favorites.