I remember exactly how I felt when DRL and I found out the baby I was gestating was, in fact, a girl. I was surprised – I thought for sure I would be that darling petite woman with sons who towered above her – and I was excited. Beyond excited, in fact. When the husby and I decided to increase our family from three to four, I desperately hoped for another little girl, and we were blessed with Stella. Their infancies were fleeting and miraculous – and DRL and I tried to savor every. single. moment. Fast forward 3.6 years. It’s morning, and I’m helping Elena get dressed for school. I’m trying to put her in a darling french-bulldog-with-a-neon-mustache Zara sweatshirt when mutiny ensues. She starts screaming and crying and she throws herself on her bed in a fit of tears and sorrow and frustration too insurmountable to describe with...
Archives for 2013
fitting into many molds | the new face of athena pelton photography
It started over chicken salad sandwiches at The Good Earth. Breanna and I chatted about giving my website a facelift – making it feel more like, well, me. A few months have passed since that fateful lunch, and I’m super giddy and ridiculously excited to finally announce the new face of Athena Pelton Photography. Okay, it’s still my face, but my web home is new. It’s chic. It’s dotted with glitter and floral. It’s a little modern while still feeling warm and inviting. It’s exactly what I was hoping for and I couldn’t be more proud of what Bre was able to design for me. From choosing the font for my logo (thanks to all who voted and helped curtail my indecisiveness!), to deciding on colors, and narrowing down the perfect typeface, the branding process is exhausting and time consuming and not for the indecisive or weak of heart. It takes courage to decide who...
four boys, two girls, three families, one incredible studio mini session.
Last weekend three incredible families braved downtown St. Paul traffic (on a busy Farmer’s Market morning) to come to my first ever studio mini sessions. The outcome (and the experience) was absolutely wonderful. I cannot wait to do it again. Here are a few of my favorites from that beautiful morning:...
happiness is a river town, a pizza farm, and a dear friend
We had talked in the spring, when summer was still a distant promise and there was a touch of chill still left in the evening air, of meeting at the Pizza Farm. It took an entire summer to plan, to finally put down on paper (or rather on the shiny screen of an iPhone calendar), but finally on a warm September evening, as summer waned and a chill descended on a dusky sunset river town, my dear friend Anda met me for dinner. But more than that, she met me for a lovely evening of simply being. Of friendship. Of walking and talking and laughing until my insides hurt. Of Spotted Cow and farm fresh pizza and strangers-turned-into-helpful-camera-men. Of wind and dew and the smell of pie on the late summer breeze. We watched a train speed past, and walked along the shore of the river, and we talked about...