welcome

To be fair, I set out to find perspective this year. I all but begged God/The Universe/the mystical powers that be for a shift in priorities. So maybe all of this is my fault? If you need to blame someone for this pandemic, it might be me. I can take that if you need me to.

But when I sought contentment this year … when I asked myself the question: What do I want? … I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting it to feel like the sky was falling down around me. I didn’t think the world would come to a literal halt, forcing all of us to re-evaluate how we live, work, and interact as a society. But alas, here we are.

Some rough and tumble
But also some soft sweetness
Boys hold multitudes.

But what would life be?
If kids were only allowed
one identity?

If we give them room
to question, grow, and change,
we gift the world breath.

Though small hands don’t make
the best helpers, they sure spruce
up weekend breakfast.

And though small feet lag
slowly on walks, they always
find the adventure:

I’ve had the privilege of photographing this awesome family several times over the past few years. And each time, they somehow get a little bit sweeter, a little bit sassier, and a whole lot more fun.

The C. Family and I go way back. Like, Cassie-and-I-played-soccer-together-in-college way back. And then she moved to Colorado (yay!)

Young enough to think
sticks are wands and dresses are
for twirling only.

Girls won’t be just girls
They will be giggles and tears,
Strength, fierce justice, grace.