I’d like you to meet Jena and Steve. Or, rather, I’d like you to InterMeet them. I promise you’ll want to be their friends. They are the embodiment of all the awesome things people say about amazing couples. They are the kind of people that you fall helplessly in love with the second you meet them. Fun. Energetic. Magnificently kind and warm. Best of all, they are crazy in love. Not in the over-the-top-all-over-each-other-touchy-feely-loud-boisterous way, but rather in a remarkable calm, comfortable, we’re-never-giving-up-on-each-other-no-matter-what kind of way. They are getting married in a little under one month on a Minnesconsin mountaintop, surrounded by their closest friends and family, and I cannot believe I am lucky enough to be with them on their wedding day. These two are magic. But don’t listen to me, see for yourself....
Archives for May 2013
sister ships, womb fruit, and a whole giant mess of uncertainty
This photograph is nearly two years old now. This is my youngest daughter Stella at six or seven or nine months old, in a dress my mother wore when she was a baby, staring at me as I documented her awkward and determined attempts at learning to crawl. I sat on the hardwood floor of our rented townhome on the outskirts of Austin, Texas, I gazed at this beautiful creature as though I’d never seen a baby before – as though I was a tourist in Papua New Guinea drinking in a new and wonderful and rich and foreign land and its people – and soaked it in. I drank this little girl up, and swallowed hard with the full weight that came with the knowledge that this – that she – would be the last of my babies I would ever watch grow. Today, on the precipice of nothing...
the beauty collective | april 2013
Seven remarkable women volunteered to be a part of this Beauty Collective. They came to Taylors Falls with seven different and incredible stories. Seven sets of fears. Seven faces. Seven cars and seven bodies and seven beautiful hearts. These women are all beautiful. They are all flawed and imperfect. They are all funny and unique and special. These women are real. They are you and me. Your mothers and sisters and best friends, and strangers behind you in line at Target. They are faces in a crowd. Commuters. Worker bees. Dreamers. Lovers. They are each and every one of us. And they are remarkable. So, let us revel in their beauty. In their flawed perfection. In their exquisite and profound beauty. If only for a moment. And let us allow that moment to last a lifetime. To the ladies in these photographs, thank you. For giving yourselves over to this project. For showing...