Seven days. 168 hours. One daylight savings change. Four Airplanes. Two Pools. More queso blanco than I can measure. A case of Sol. 6 Sunsets. Hundreds of bug bites. One perfect chicken tostada. Two Tamales with the most amazing Mole I’ve ever tasted. 600 photographs. 10,800 minutes with my girls, my amazing husband, and the warm, humid, salty Mexican breeze. This is our trip to Mexico — in pictures....
Eleven years. one lifetime – our surprise vow renewal
Not too long ago I got an itch – I wanted photos, good ones, of DRL and I. We aren’t that couple that has a million and one arm-extended-say-cheese phone photos of our adventures together. We would be hard pressed to find even a handful of those. What we do have of us together – where I’m not all puffy and post-explusion-of-a-wombfruit – is limited to photos of us at friends’ weddings and our own lackluster wedding photos. Our wedding photos, though properly exposed and edited well, and though they cost nearly what I charge for a wedding now, aren’t awesome by any stretch of the imagination. They didn’t capture anything special about us – about our wedding day. They’re simply pretty pictures. And I wanted more for us. While we’re still young (read: while I’m still relatively pretty, free from significant wrinkles, and only slightly jiggly). DRL didn’t quite...
To Quinn with love
The Family Pelton
Before I was a photographer, I was a mom with a fancy camera and a blog. A blog that has laid dormant for many months, while I’ve spent the majority of my time here — building this website, filling it with content, and posting weddings and portraits and collectives (oh my!). In that space of days and weeks and months, I’ve found myself many times missing The Family Pelton. It was a place where I could share anything – everything- with whomever cared to listen. Er. Um. I mean read. After a day spent with a dear friend – and a conversation about this blog – I realized that the two don’t need to be separate any longer. I don’t need one place for my business and one place for my personal life. That’s not who I am – divided. Secretive. Oh no, I’m a sharer (read: OverSharer), and a...
