This is the baby of one of my best friends from high school. I did a session with them while I was in Dallas last month. We spent more time catching up than we did taking pictures. Here are a few that I liked from her session. Baby Andrew was 12 days old in these.
I’m late with this post (what’s new?). Two weeks ago I took Lyle to upstate New York to hang out with friends for a week. Not just a few friends, but a LOT of friends, from all over the U.S. (and one who came from London). Mostly moms and kids, with a few husbands thrown into the mix, too. At the highest point I think there were 17 kids and nearly as many adults. We slept in various spots in two big houses–the host’s and her mother-in-law’s house next door. We spent the days hanging out and talking. We cooked together and ate together–there was always something happening in the kitchen. The kids played together and loved it–the house full of toys, all the other kids, the snow outside.
Lyle was particularly enamored of a 6-month-old baby who laughed with him the very first night we arrived–Lyle referred to him the rest of the week as “that baby I make laugh.” He also really liked “the boy in the orange shirt,” even on the subsequent days when the boy was no longer wearing an orange shirt.
Quick post just to show off a session album I delivered to a client this week. The album contains 30 matted 5×7 prints and has a beautiful blue/gold Japanese cloth cover.
Hi, people. I’m having issues. I lie in bed at night thinking of great blog posts in my head (for real) but then when I’m sitting at the computer the next morning…nothing. Not a single thing seems worth writing about.
I remember my dad telling me once that as he fell asleep, he would have brilliant insights to computer programming problems he was working on. But he could never remember them the next day. He started keeping a notepad next to his bed so he could write down the solutions that he was coming up with in these moments. Only instead of waking up to clever solutions he’d brainstormed the night before, he woke up to notes that were complete gibberish. It was like his mind needed to *think* it had solved these problems before it could rest enough for him to get to sleep, so it tricked him to thinking he’d solved them.
I guess my mind needs to trick me into thinking I’m a good writer so I can sleep at night.
I love these two pictures that I took at the park last week. Lyle rode his tricycle to the playground and I brought along snacks because he always gets hungry playing outside. (So do I.) We’ve been going through a lot of clementines lately.
And this one from today…I love how hard he’s laughing as he’s yelling for me to push him “higher, higher, highest!”
