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When the rain comes at you sideways and your shoes are soaked and black is the color and none is the number, there’s really only one thing to do. Find a spot, clear your mind, and listen to Bob Dylan.

Bob Dylan – A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall .mp3
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Cotton Jones. These guys have been on heavy rotation in my studio lately; I’m in a major editing/packaging/shipping frenzy and I’m digging the Loozeeana bayou vibe. The bass line on this track is BOSS. Check it out, and ignore that crazy photographer who keeps getting in everyone’s face. He’s just earning his paycheck.

Blood Red Sentimental Blues:

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This was a shoot in two parts; the first: cold and blustery. The second: sunny and blustery. The wind was not our friend, but this family worked it out and we got some really nice smiles.

Ava is a true beauty with the creamiest skin I have ever seen. Her mom Josephine and I were in a mom’s group together when Calder and Ava were infants, and it’s been so nice to see her grow into such an amazing kid.

Declan is all boy. I just love those dark eyes:

Emma was a little hesitant on the first day, but she’s so pretty that even the serious face is worth capturing.

Silly.

Smiles came much more easily once the sun was out!

A big thank you to Josephine, Declan Sr., and all three kids for a super good time!

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For each day.
For my family and their eternal love and support.
For the roof over my head and the hum of the refrigerator.
For Double Stuff Oreos.
For my clients, who let me into their lives and allow me to capture their moments.
For the children who smile at me and laugh when I smile back.
For the ones that don’t and are still beautiful.
For Dunkin’ Donuts.
For my iPad, and the person who knew how much it would mean to me.
For the friends who let me be who I am.
For the friends who hold up a mirror and help me to change.
For fear.
For bravery.
For my 5D Mark 2 and yummy prime lenses.
For my kick-ass photo posse.
For Justin and Mary’s Spread the Love 2011 Tour which is coming to Boston.
For IKEA. And Target. And Nordstrom.
For Saturday afternoons on the deck at TKs.
For drinking buddies. And eating buddies.
For 158,000 miles and counting.
For a little sympathy.
For sunset at the Spit.
For sushi.
For Tucker and Jed.
For Matt, who gave Calder his smile.
For music, music, music.
For Rilke, and Tess Gallagher, and David Foster Wallace, David Gates, Joyce Carol Oates, David Sedaris, James Frey, Seth Godin, Shakespeare, Dave Eggers, the Bhagavad Gita, Dickens, and, and, and…
For the library.
For high-speed internet, kinda.
For better living through chemistry.
For accepting the things I can not change.
For this day.
For hope.
For Calder. Always, for Calder.

Please tell me what you’re thankful for…

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I always bring some sort of treat when I’m shooting young children, ’cause Bribes Work. After a few misfires with too sticky, too messy, too gross (I’d like to meet the wit-wizard at Jelly Belly who decided that jalepeño should be included in the “kids mix”), I finally settled on Smarties. Neat, sweet, and easy to stretch out should the models in question be particularly diva-ish that day. I usually keep about 10 or so rolls in my camera bag, and they get doled out as needed.

Not this time. Meet Graham and Arlee. Lollipops, please. LOLLIPOPS.

“Hey, there’s still meat on that bone.”

Big sister Karolina was too busy being ridiculously gorgeous to worry about candy.

And big brother Jack is far too cool to require bribing.

“More lollipop.”

“Yes. More lollipop.”

Lollipops aside, this is one amazing family, and mom Kate and dad Peter were totally rolling with it. It was such a fun shoot, and I am in love with the whole gang.

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Remember Raegan? She burst onto the scene with her fabulous self a little over three months ago and knocked my socks off. Since then, she’s acquired a nifty little wardrobe which she was willing to show off for me recently.

First pose. A study in white.

Close up, please.

Hats are in this season.

Next, country florals and denim.

A little help from dad Andy to show off a pretty pink party frock!

Gorgeous family, amazing child. A big thanks to Raegan, Stefanie, and Andy for being such fun! See you again in a few months…

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(Warning: The following is a bit of personal observation, sans pretty photos. If you’re not feeling philosophical or you came only for the eye candy, feel free to skip this post…)

It’s meant to be funny: In Hamlet, Polonius is determined to convince the Queen that her son, Hamlet, is filled with madness. The Queen, in turn, responds “more matter with less art.” Meaning, quit being rhetorical and give me something of substance.

(also)

Ophelia has the makings of a classic tragic heroine — she could overcome Hamlet’s constant mind games, or at least cry for a few days and eat gallons of ice cream, but instead she completely loses her mind and becomes merely tragic.

More matter, less art.

There’s crazy-making going on all around. Is it the time of year? I feel I’m at the center of some kind of whirlwind of stubbornness and denial and passing of blame and assurances that things will change “after this happens,” and “after that happens,” and “after I figure things out” and all this really does is amount to over-dramatization and one particular person using like, the most hyperbole of anyone, ever, and holy crap is anyone even listening?

I think the unbearable part is that in most of these scenarios, the madness is entirely volitional.

Is it even possible to live the ne plus ultra of balance and patience? Matter AND art?

I’m still trying. Thanks to my eternal pal Jon for reminding me recently of this:

“We think that the point is to pass the test or 
to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get 
solved. They come together and they fall apart.”
— 
Pema Chödrön

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Meet Logan. Less than three weeks old and already he’s channeling Tony Alva.

Ok, maybe not so much. But his dad Chris definitely has hopes. In the meantime, Logan likes to sleep. He was not obliged to wake up for me during his shoot.

Mom Jeanne doesn’t mind the sleeping.

It was a rainy, gloomy morning, so I don’t blame him for taking such a long nap. Don’t those pajamas look totally comfy?

FEET!!

Finally, a quick peek at those dark dark eyes…

And he’s out again.

A few more just for fun:

Baby Pilates:

oooo, excellent Camembert:

Done!

Many thanks to Jeanne, Chris, and Logan for letting me hang out for a bit!

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Dylan and Sadie are old pros when it comes to having my camera in their face. This is our fifth (!!!) year shooting together, and it’s no surprise that they brought their A-game, as well as some seriously awesome light. Check them out.

Dylan and Calder have been buddies since infancy, so I just don’t understand how Dylan found time to turn into this ridiculously handsome BOY. I still remember when he had major chub.

Sadie, true to her red hair, is a total firecracker.

An experiment in accidental overexposure.

Getting goofy in the leaves:

As always, a big shout-out to mom Kristina and dad Craig for being constant and amazing friends. I love this family….

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