Posted on January 10, 2017
Judah Wilde and Jeremiah Cole should be coming into the world as I type!
I spent a little time with my friend and colleague McBee Photography and her boys Saturday, to document one of their last days as a family of Mom and three boys, to Mom and five boys.
She’s always said she’d like to run a home for boys someday. May not be the way she’d originally envisioned achieving that goal, but she’s making it happen all on her own!
She is such a Superwoman. I was being a bit of a brat and HAD to find an instrumental version of Book of Love (the song sheet on their piano) for their slideshow, and couldn’t find a simple one I liked to purchase. So I texted her and said, “Hey I know you’re a single mother of three and business owner who’s 39 weeks pregnant with twins and all but can you play Book of Love and record it for 3 1/2 minutes? In your spare time tonight?”
And 10 minutes later I got the audio file, with apologies for it being rough.
But it didn’t sound rough to me. It sounded charming and personal and imperfectly perfect.
On pins and needles waiting to hear the news!
Posted on May 14, 2015
Kate and Jonathan were married in the small garden at his mother’s home on Broad Street and took a horse and carriage ride to their reception at the Carolina Yacht Club.
I’ve always been outspoken about my love for weddings at home, so I was thrilled to be there. There’s such a lighthearted, personal feel.
Kate asked for very minimal posed photos and lots of candid moments. I was happy to do that, and their whole crew made it so easy, especially with all the adorable, camera-happy little ones running around!
Posted on January 15, 2015
January for portrait photographers is like summer for teachers.
Preparations, desk work and continuing education are always a priority, but there’s also a little time to creatively meander, and it’s fabulous. Here’s to growth through downtime!
My goal this month is to dust off my film cameras- I don’t think I turned them on my children even once last year.
Dreary days are perfect for moody Holga and twin lens reflex images.
Meanwhile, here’s another collection of unpublished 2014 portraits. Enjoy!
Posted on January 6, 2015
I get nervous before every shoot.
We all do.
It’s a great thing-it keeps us on our toes. Packing lists to triple-check, meeting someone new, and the generalized anxiety of our responsibility to you and your family. It’s never something we take lightly, going into it.
Yet when I return from a wedding or family session, my husband will joke,
“Let me guess. They were the nicest and most interesting group you’ve ever met. They were ‘totally precious and you just adored them all’, right?”
Yep. That’s how it always works.
Your hugs, expressions, inside jokes, even the way you squabble. Each group has a unique fingerprint.
I can’t really explain it, but I think you are ALL the cat’s pajamas.
Some sessions and weddings have been blogged already, and a few weddings are still pending publication elsewhere, but here’s Part One one of a sampling of my 2014 work that I haven’t yet shared:
Posted on May 8, 2014
This family photo session reminded me of a moment from my own parenting history.
When my middle daughter was two months old, I gently placed her into my sweet two year old son’s lap and snapped a few images of them together. When I announced, “We’re done!” my son nodded with satisfaction, and tumbled the baby onto the grass. There was no malice involved. He was just a roughshod two year old boy who’d been told he didn’t have to hold something anymore.
Jane didn’t even cry, she just lay there, face smushed on the lawn, making this hilarious, confused “Meeeh. Meeehhhhhh” sound as I quickly scooped her up.
The classic posed images are lovely heirlooms, but the images that encapsulate the heartwarming chaos of this era in the Chandler’s life, when the older children are full of love and enthusiasm but age-appropriately short on self-control, are the ones that crack me up. Finger to the eyeball! Yank your brother’s ear! Cautionary parental hands entering the frame!
Love it all. Look at all these beautiful babies. Blessed.
The Chandlers’ home in Bell Hall Plantation is stunning. I love that it’s a gorgeous design that still looks and feels homey, and reflects the reality that toddlers live there. (See the crayon on the wall?)
Posted on April 23, 2014
Proud grandparents are the best! I photographed Carolyn’s family when her sons, daughter in law, and granddaughter were in town to visit. It was important for her to have time with her first grandchild documented. I love the colors this family wore. Add green grass, a lovely sunset, and a beach ball, and we had the perfect photo session.
Posted on February 20, 2014
C.R. turned 11 yesterday. He’s a football-loving, Minecrafting, guitar-strumming, didgeridoo-learning, reading-all-the-time all American boy.
(Did I mention the Minecrafting? Lots of Minecraft.)
And last week he received an award for a 100% on his South Carolina PASS standardized test writing section. I’m proud of that! A perfect score on a written essay is pretty awesome.
Posted on January 27, 2014
Molly’s vision for her family session was to capture them having fun and being themselves. And we did! I love the light, colors, humor and energy here.
Posted on January 23, 2014
I’m always so proud to show off how friendly and polite Charlestonians are to out-of-towners.
When I’m meeting Brits, though, it’s a toss-up. There’s a witty good-naturedness to the English that wins me over every time.
The wonderful Potter family gathered in Charleston from Chicago and England for a wonderful vacation and a photo session to document the gang.
Posted on January 15, 2014
I have a confession.
When I was planning my wedding, there were scarce options available on the web for inspiration. I used The Wedding Channel to gather ideas. Thinking about it now, it’s a wonder that Pinterest and wedding blogs didn’t get invented sooner, because it was a fairly inefficient planning tool. But the plus side was that all the women there read each others’ journals and many became friends.
I know this sounds like chick lit, but it’s true: now, 12-ish years later, many of us are still in touch. Over the years the group has had meetups all over the country.
We’ve career trajectoried and marathoned and roller derbied and surrogate birthed triplets and published and cooked and cleaned and carpooled. We met Vince Vaughn in a restaurant in New Orleans. Some of us lost months of our sanity to babies who refused to sleep at night, and argued about how to turn that disaster around. Others decided having a dog was more their speed. We’ve shelved Elves and planted gardens and learned to totter around and cope (or just given up) when, for heaven’s sake, every year, the heels get higher and higher. Feuds, bff’s, divorces, renovations, exotic vacations, incredible opportunities, and, sadly, departures.
We lost a hell of a woman to metastatic breast cancer in December. Quite possibly the wittiest, smartest, gorgeous-est one of us all.
A few of us decided to meet up in Beaufort to honor her.
And typical of our little subclan, our idea of collective grief involved handcrafted cocktails, great food, lots of laughs, and a viewing of I Love You, Man.
Laters on the menjay, dear C. You were a revelation.