so…let’s go to the beach?








I love how the light changes in the afternoon:

Thanks to Gunnar, Lisel, and Calder for braving the surf!
so…let’s go to the beach?








I love how the light changes in the afternoon:

Thanks to Gunnar, Lisel, and Calder for braving the surf!
I prefer a little foam on my beer. It just tastes better.
Great set, Lisa! That close-up of Calder is so sweet
So much fun!!!!
March. Roared in like a lion, it did, with slushy streets and gray skies. I woke up this morning, however, with a big smile on my face — I have a feeling it’s going to be there for a while. This is the point in the year, especially here in New England, where all we can really do is focus on the fact that each day is just bringing us closer to the sunshine. I can hear the birds singing through the raindrops.
No photos today; just amazing music. Happy Monday!
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How sweet are those dancers through the window? You nailed it today. Perhaps the grip of the west is loosening?
I love this song! You always post the best stuff. Thanks for your optimism, I was feeling low this morning until I stopped by your blog (you’re always good for lifting the spirits).
Today, one of my favorite people in the whole word turns two. TWO!! If that’s not an occasion for cupcakes and hats, I don’t know what is.
I met Stella when she was about 6 months old. Her parents, Kimberly and Eric, were my neighbors when we were both renting on the other side of town. Within about 20 minutes of meeting, Kimberly and I were fast friends, and visits with Stella became a normal part of my day. She’s a photographer’s dream — HUGE blue eyes, perfect little lips — and I was usually all up in her grill with my camera.





Once she got accustomed to it, she was ready to show off her faux-hawk and snaggletooth, as well as her crawling skills:




Watching a child grow up is such an honor. I got to shoot Stella’s whole family last summer and it was so fun to see her being such a big girl:



This January, Stella, Kimberly, and Eric welcomed brand-new brother Sam, and once again I was lucky enough to have an opportunity to take their photos. Stella wasn’t so sure about sharing the spotlight (plus she’d just finished napping), but I just love that she let me see exactly how she was feeling.


A week or two later, she was all smiles again. She knew presents were imminent.



Happy Birthday, big girl. xo Lisa
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What a sweet tribute to a darling little girl. She is very lucky to have you in her life as well!
I’ve had it with brown. I have a giant list of photography blogs that I follow, the majority of which are written by photographers who live in California (…sigh…), and they are simply dripping with bright, vibrant, saturated colors. I get all inspired, grab my camera, and head outside, only to be greeted with brown grass and gray skies and dirty leftover snow and everything covered with a layer of ick. I am so looking forward to wedding season, and to photographing all of my wonderful clients out in the warm sunshine.
I do, however, try to find the beauty in everything. Here are a few attempts from this morning. To paraphrase Albert: once again, in the depths of winter, I have learned there is within me an invincible summer.





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Leave it to you to quote Camus on a Sunday. I love the third one, with the flare. You always have killer flare.
I do.

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Amazing image! A little reminder of what’s to come this summer. Great job!
AH so cute! Love the bright colors and the contrast.
I am blessed to have many people in my life who are musically talented; being surrounded by songwriters and musicians makes me genuinely happy. I have a guitar that I have a bit of a Walter Middy-esque attachment to — one day I hope to be one tenth as good as I think I am after I’ve had a cocktail (or two) and am strumming along with the guys on You Tube. My friends, though (and they know who they are), are GOOD.
When I was writing sunset pig, I would often post a song or video when my navel-gazing failed to produce something interesting (frequently, I believe). I love finding new music online, and I love it when people tell me that they discovered someone new because they heard it first on my blog. I’m certainly no Aquarium Drunkard or MOKH, but I love to share what I find from time to time.
So, music monday. Something like that. Ryan Adams certainly isn’t unfamiliar, but he’s in heavy rotation on my iTunes right now, and he inspired me to go and dig out some of my favorite guitar photos. Listen, look, enjoy.




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much love to my valentine.

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This is our idea of a Valentine, too. Much love to both of you.
No, not snow (the ultra-LAME two inches we got after hunkering down in anticipation of crazy accumulation — I’ve never seen so many frantic people at Stop & Shop — was total bunk). This is a blizzard of a warmer, yet no less energetic nature. This is Dayton. He rocked some crazy snowpants.

There was much shoveling to be done in the middle of the yard:
Dayton’s dad tells him that he has “blueberry eyes.” How juicy is that?


A selection of hats was provided and worn proudly.



Dayt’s mom Laura came out to play (Dayton also pointed out to me that his baby sister, still cooking in mom, was also there to play).


Winter shoots are tricky; the light is harsh, it’s difficult to meter off snow, and everyone’s nose is red and runny. Dayton didn’t care. Just take the picture, lady!





This one’s out of focus (I am aware of this, Guru Bob…) and the exposure was all wrong, but doesn’t it look like it came out a shoebox from the 70s? I dig it.
Inside, please. LUNCH!


Thanks Dayton. You melted my heart!
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Nice work Lisa! No one ever seems to want to shoot in the winter but these photos show that color still exists. I love the hats, and Dayton is a wonderful subject!
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