Mother Love

Mother Love. There is no way to effectively describe the love between mother and child. It can only be felt. It is exhausting yet at the same time exhilarating. Fulfilling and overwhelming. Heartbreaking, and home of exquisite divinity. It is a love that is all encompassing–where do they begin and you end? An invisible thread binds you in a way, you never thought possible. It is the BIG LOVE. period. In a single day my heart aches for their tiny setbacks and overflows with abandon at their gleeful laughter. I know I am not alone in this love. It is universal and unconditional. This love is my world. I had the utmost pleasure of capturing a beautiful "love-story" with another devoted mother and her two children. See for yourself, what happens when love arrives in a BLINK. 

SPOOK-tacular Hallowed Eve.

These wee ones are a constant reminder of the JOY, the WONDER and the exquisite anticipation for all the simple delights that mingle amongst the everyday. Excitement bubbled over at the farmhouse on Halloween...my own scallywags joined circus clowns and super-charged officers of crime and threw themselves into the monstrously pleasing cheerful Halloween fun. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

blink...another milestone

BLINK. Another milestone. It is true, most significant moments involving my children, can easily turn into a complete photo session. Back-To-School, was one such event. How is it, that I can be filled with a desperate heartbreak and at the same time, an exhilarated, joyful pride, that inexplicably gives me strength. A smile grows. This is Mother-Love. I will save you from the laborious task of listening to my motherly woes of sending my oldest to Kindergarten and my youngest to his first day of preschool. Let's just say tears were involved...many tears, theirs and mine. We all were conflicted emotionally, each for our own reasons, attachments and fears. But JOY was found and I captured it for the most part, to hold close, as these two little birds fly from the nest and learn to brave a small part of the world without me. Here is our first day of school story- the good and the bad, but for the most part, excitement towards the unknown...for all of us. Enjoying the journey and all the blink moments.

Class of 2010.

delicious ambiguity. I had the utmost privilege of following a small clan of class of 2010 graduates on "prom night". Do we still even call it that-probably not. When did I become so old? A farmhouse, a husband and 2 children ago, I suppose. Being the fly on the wall and chasing tuxedo-clad boys and beribboned barbie-dolls in speeding limos from one destination to another was a gift for me. Watching these graduates I was touched by what I saw behind the quiet clandestine of my lens among the pandemonium of taffeta and corsages and growing excitement of what was to come. Friendship and young sweet love, camaraderie and a respectful unity, only those that are moving in the same direction at the same time, can understand. I saw laughter, and generosity of spirit and beauty!...my god, do these young people have any idea how beautiful they are. I was awe-struck to say the least. So grads and my dear sweet Brooke, may you hold on to the beauty of your life today and move forward graciously and successfully on your individual and unique paths. Find your mountain, sing your song, discover your truths, whatever they may be. What's going to happen next...delicious ambiguity. Thank you for letting me peek into your spectacular world. More to come...