Posted on September 10, 2014
I met up with adorable Anna and Ian against this year at Folly Beach.
It’s funny. I always notice how much children have grown when I photograph them multiple times, but the difference between almost two year old twins and almost three year old twins is amazing. They were talking! And walking around like they owned the place! Crazy.
As we were making our way to the Morris Island Lighthouse overlook, we noticed smoke coming from the forested area between the lane and the beach.
Really, quite a lot of smoke. And popping noises.
Fascinating and a smidge frightening, but they were dressed and we were halfway there, so no turning back.
After we played on the beach for about 45 minutes, all the while hearing sirens and seeing the smoke steadily crawl the sky like a charcoal predator, we walked back and encountered the fire truck and and other bystanders.
Apparently someone drove onto the beach, started doing doughnuts in the sand, and flipped up onto the dunes, catching his engine on fire. This is why we can’t have nice things.
Thankfully, no one was hurt. But it’s a photo shoot none of us will soon forget.
Posted on October 29, 2013
Last week, I saw a man at the gas station. 60’s-ish, neat and pressed, kind face, classically confident walk. He was adding air to his tires, and the hose kept retracting as he pulled it around the vehicle. Not wanting to lose the hose or have it rub against his nice SUV, he was doing this stop/start, twisty, yanky, crab shimmy to get correctly positioned. He then took an exaggerated side step, the kind preschoolers take when pretending they’re a toy soldier or the Jolly Green Giant, and stepped on one end of the hose to keep it stationary.
I wished so badly that I had my camera to document him, and an invitation to do so.
I love to watch people. The funny, sweet, preciously awkward things. The bonds, reactions and traditions. That’s why I love photographing families.
Don’t get me wrong. I have a family. I *know* what was involved in preparing for your photo shoot, and it’s not all hugs and coordinating colors and smiles. Someone was running late, a shoe went missing, hair frizzed at the last minute, kids fought in the car on the way over. And a 30% chance of rain. It’s *messy*.
But despite all that nonsense, it’s the deliberateness of the gesture. The showing up to say “this is us, and we are worthy of documenting and preserving, today, together, just as we are, so have at it” is what pulls us through every time.
I intended to do one blog post and include an image from all the Charleston family portraits I did this year. But I couldn’t pull it off. They each have their own wonderful stories to tell. So I’m going to try to blog one family a day for the next few weeks until I’ve caught up.
Today, the Fedders clan!
This was in honor of the late patriarch of the family, who had a collection of crazy Cosby sweaters he would wear to parties. I love that they chose to honor him this way, and lugged a tub full of sweaters along on summer vacation. Awesome.
Ice cream and cookie rewards back at the house after a wonderful photo session:
Posted on March 28, 2013
The weather’s been a bit flaky lately. (Wimps, the lot of us. We Lowcountry dwellers really prefer daytime temps that don’t dip below 70, or 60, at least.)
I’ve had a few beach photography sessions this month that haven’t really turned out as warm as we anticipated back when we scheduled them.
But my clients are troopers, I’m telling you.
Nicki and her fun, sweet family were visiting from Arkansas, and we had a wonderful time, despite the chilly wind.
Doesn’t Collin have the sweetest little face? Such an adorable boy. His grandfather definitely won the “get natural smiles out of him” contest.