Archive for September, 2011

portrait of pregnancy ~ cami

September 6, 2011

roundness never seems so perfect as that of the belly of a third-trimester, first-time pregnant woman. cami may not appreciate those words as she carries the weight of this unborn daughter for a few more weeks, but she certainly can appreciate the beauty seen here – as i wrote her, she is deeply beautiful in this moment. matt by her side adds more love and more depth. it is an interesting intimacy in photographing the bareness of a woman’s abdomen full of baby. it is a privilege. every so often i see a growth-spurt in my work and this is one of them. i am so thankful to and for you both and for this opportunity.

to sandee and mark larkin, thank you for a space of perfect light. my right hand girl and daughter, isabel, was brilliant at bouncing this light for me!! sandee, next time, i do the physical stuff before the shoot. i will bring the muffins and you just sit, talk to me and have some of that awesome almond iced tea ready:) i have a hankerin’!! thank you for making this afternoon portion of the shoot private, comfortable and most successful.


the second half of the shoot was held in the evening when temperatures reached a decent 97 degrees. we were on the private property of friends. thank you kim and larry fuller for a picturesque ending… the last image is for you! and a hearty thanks to cyndi fuller for assisting me with the balloon drop. your enthusiasm gave energy to the weary at the end of a long day!

larry, closing up camp and leading the ladies home.

Woven in her womb…

September 1, 2011

carrie is mom to annika, eden and nora ~ still within. i met her almost two years ago when she came for the newborn session of eden. she meant so much to me that i still have several enlarged images of eden in my office, which i will surrender soon and hand them over to you, carrie!

noted from our first meeting, carrie is a textile artist. there is absolutely nothing she cannot knit or crochet so i knew first that i wanted to incorporate yarns and textures into this shoot. every thing the girls are wearing in these first few images, carrie handmade! i also felt with carrie’s whimsicality, i wanted to add something that would be a little more fairy-tale. this was outside of knowing she would have princess crowns for the girls. simply, confirmation. the crowns were brilliant! i haven’t met a more content mom – ever. a woman happy to have less in order to have more with her daughters and husband. she doesn’t have to do anything to prove it. you will easily see her connection to the girls, not because i am taking pictures of them, but because the bond strongly existed long before they came to me.

as i was cleaning and converting the living room into a studio, i dusted a photograph of my daughter when she was 9 years old. she was eating an orange in it. i was struck with this memory: shortly after it was taken (some 15 yrs ago) i had found a poem by a mom written with imagery while eating oranges with her child. ownership of this poem now being lost i will credit it to ‘an amazing anonymous’. i am dedicating this poem to carrie. here in these photographs annika and eden enjoyed completely a bowl of oranges just so i could create the poem in pictures.

Eating Oranges ~ for you, carrie

Eating oranges with you is amazing ~
Worth the cessation of the interminable laundry foldings…
And infinitely rewarding in contrast.

Five minutes with you like this is a parenthetical event,
(unplumed, but persuasive in it’s simplicity).

The brilliance of this moment, infact, throws into the shadow
the tears (yours and mine),
the exhaustion,
the endemic clutter,
the smiles at my occupation, (even)
the here-to-fore glaringly obvious dearth of spending money.

You are oblivious to such miracles, of course.
Thoroughly juiced you sit cross-legged, absorbed in your third orange.
This is sweet! you say overcome.
I know,
I know.
I have tasted these years fully.

belly painting – carrie’s idea… woven paper floor – mine!

once again the day here in south dallas proved to be too hot (106) to make a pregnant woman spend much time outside… so my front yard had to suffice for part…ugh! i think it fell short of what i had envisioned, but that’s just got to be let go of.

the reward!