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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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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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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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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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I am sponging up music, all day today. This live moment at Paste with Lissie stood out in particular. I’m not so sure about those enormous specs, but unfortunate owl reference aside, just LISTEN to her voice. Yowza. Turn it UP.

I will have goosebumps all day. Thanks Lissie.

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Oh Monday. You try so hard to kick my butt. You come in screaming with your grounds-in-the-coffee and your ewwww-that-grapefruit-is-squishy and your WHERE ARE MY $#@!&$# KEYS and you almost do it…you almost get me. I come THIS close to just lying down in the cold dark street and begging you to just get it over with, quickly, please.

But you know I have a secret weapon. You know I always win. BACK OFF, MONDAY.

We are mighty.

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Seriously? Chocolate hangover BEATS all other hangovers, hands-down. Ouch. My teeth ache. The only logical choice is to finish this bag of M&Ms so they’re out of the way, right?

However, so much fun. I’m hoping to put up a full post later, but for now enjoy the eye-candy (less painful than the HANDFULS I had for dinner last night). A big thank you to Cindy at Mariposa for a fun event!

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This is Jack. He’s ten days old. We just hung around.

This is his big sister Ava. She’s two and a half. She is still the boss.

Together they are going to rule the world.

Looks fun, huh? It was! Ava was kind enough to bring us tea while her brother cycled through many moods. Please click below to see them all! (something new I’m trying out…what do you think?)

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