Born

I love quiet, little moments that are captured on camera. Mom and dad caring for baby, sweet little toes, and soft murmurs of comfort. New parents are born.

Evening Glow

Blades of grass tickle against sun-kissed skin. Smooth rocks skeeter and skip, interrupting the trickling stream. The sound of laughter twinkles across the shimmery flow. Love is abundant in the evening glow.

Bone Deep

Bare feet, flip-flops in hand, slipping down a mudslide, guarding my camera from misting rains, throwing shoe into bushes, slick black rocks, waves rushing around my legs, green green green, rock hunting, geode breaking, shell searching, running like a mad women along the beach, laughing, crazy, dripping hair, peaceful energy, splashing in the ocean, hippie living, soul searching, bone deep content. 

Awake my soul.

 

Little Brother

Smiling faces and bright eyes flicker in and out of the room. Each moment tinkles with laughter. The squall of wiggling newness echos through the house. Mom and Dad rock back and forth, welcoming new baby brother.

 

Lemonade and Mason Jars

Old apple trees cooled the afternoon with their shade, as lights twinkled a trail up their gnarled trunks. They gripped at branches laden with tin cans filled with daisies and baby's breath. Ice buckets chilled jars of lemonade and tea as friends and family celebrated. We danced among them, as evening fell. 

 

American Gotham

Combing down alleys and grappling ledges. Searching for danger and keeping the peace, the Dark Knight watches over the city. Sleep tight, Gotham.