Sometimes I feel really, really lucky. Newborn portraits are one of my favorite things to do. How cool is it that I was the photographer for Ben’s parents wedding and here I am, a couple years later, getting to capture some images of their latest attempt to bring their families yet another reason to celebrate.
Mom and Dad, pros after less than a month.
And they look good in thier new roles too.
So little and already he has a throne
Some fingers and toes for Great Grandma who was once a photographer herself. I still remember some of the images she created and hung on the walls as her Granddaughter was getting ready for her wedding a couple years back.
Benjamin, besides being adorable, had lots to say during our session. He stayed awake the whole time. I see modeling, medicine or law in his future.
Photographic proof that rocking and shushing can work. That and a dad who has the magic touch.
Archive for November, 2009
Baby Boy Benjamin
Three is a charm
I have a super soft spot in my heart for this family and the beautiful blue eyed children they keep producing. Every year I have seen them, they had just had a child and were in the process of moving. All three times. Now they live in a land far from the Northeast but I am so honored they make the time to schedule a session with me when they are back in the Boston area to see family.
Kids just done get much cuter than this.
That for which I am forever grateful
Of course I am thankful for dirty shoes and my kids who will always fill them. Fingers that investigate and spirits that soar…
…adoring brothers and sisters and the love of double mommy underdogs…
…the sound of the Atlantic Ocean as it tries in vain to dampen the voices and jumps of my wet footed children, oblivious to the cold…
…and this guy. The best fish the sea could offer…
…for seagulls who make great companions in the game of tag…
…and every day that we are so blessed to get to spend together….
But the list is hard to complete without my gratitude for the family and friends we get to share our lives with and who bring us so much Joy and, of course, Health, which has been keeping us company.
How cameras are like carrots
I had heard this might happen.
Dunedin will no longer look at my camera. What am I to do? She will even turn her back to it. (GASP!!!) This is a devastating blow to this photographer who loves taking her work home with her. I find so much happiness documenting my children and life from behind this big piece of glass.
The problem is she knows all my tricks and she doesn’t find them nearly as entertaining as she used to.
I think I shall approach this as I did the eating of carrots. She hated them. Wouldn’t look at them, would get upset if they were on the menu and attempt to toss them off her plate. But sure enough, they would be in meal after meal, in some form or another. In soup, pureed, raw, sliced, julienne, grated, baked, broiled, stir fried… Now she eats them raw and prefers baby ones from the CSA. She actually asked for some over chocolate milk once.
So this camera is definitely not going away. It is far more important than carrots. Who runs back into a burning building for carrots? (Yes, I might just run back for my camera.) My husband ran into a burning building once. But it wasn’t for a camera or carrots. You will have to ask him about this some time. I am getting sidetracked.
So I am looking for new tricks. This camera will be out and about with me. Perhaps I will have to build a child blind (like the bird blinds used by nature photographers) The neighbors might find that a bit creepy.
I will have to keep you posted.
Until then, expect to see lots of photos of the back of her head. Good thing she has such cute curls.
Coggeshall Farm Museum
We just happened upon this place. We were driving through Colt State Park in Bristol, RI and I was letting the GPS map pleasantly guide the car through back roads and we passed this really old style farm. I didn’t even think much of it, other than “I should just let my kids out to check out the animals” on our way back from the water. It was a little cold down at the park, so we didn’t last as long as I had hoped. But on the way back, sure enough, the sheep were out in force close to the side of the road. We HAD to stop. I don’t think our car seats are “Griffin-sees-a-sheep-and-must-Must-MUST-get-OUT tested” so we managed to do so in as quick a fashion as is possible without any major injuries (egos excluded).
The kids broke into a run. Good thing I carry this giant camera with me…
There was no one there at all (beasts excluded) only a donation box. Without guides or other pesky visitors, the kids made fast friends with the sheep.
Then the chickens and donkeys…
And no, these fences do very little to keep toddlers out. In case you were wondering.
Griffin, playing farm guide and pointing out which part of the fenced off areas are not really toddler proof. He will happily show your toddler. Payment in form of a good chase through the chicken coop accepted.
Not actually an out house, but I couldn’t get the image of potty training a toddler in the days of out houses out of my head.
