(mostly) summer fun at the Bistro
Friday, July 1, 2011
Little Firecracker
I have had so much fun taking pictures of sweet and sassy Ava during her first year. She has turned on the charm every time, and today was no exception. Thanks, Sarah and Matt, for a year of super fun shoots!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Spooner Gals
Mrs. Spooner (uh huh..."Pam" as she says I can call her now) was my sixth grade teacher, and last year I was lucky to teach with her. She is a beautiful example inside and out, and her stunning girls are following suit. Here are just a few of many gorgeous shots from tonight. Such a happy summer evening!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Remembering Betty
Today we said goodbye to sweet Betty Harris - Betty who cooked her sons and their friends (Nathan included) midnight snacks of steak and potatoes and who never missed celebrating a special occasion with us. These are two moments that I will always remember:
mustering the energy to fix Jake's sleeve
and surrounded by her girls
We love you, Harris family.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Imy, you amaze me.
It's no secret that I love photography as an art form, but more than that, I love photography for the stories it uncovers. This is a woman Nathan and I were honored to meet when we went to Joplin. She has survived two tornadoes (each destroying her home), buried two husbands, and suffered two bouts of cancer.
We made a small dent in her debris; she made a huge impression on our hearts.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The Stories of Our Garden
the bounty...
bean sprouts...
a pop up...
squash jungle...
a visitor...
nearby berries...
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
- e.e. cummings





















































