Davis Family Session

I was so thrilled with my first family photo session that I relished the opportunity to do it again. Of course I was nervous. What if the first time was a fluke? What if I lucked out with an extremely photogenic family? What if I really can’t success without that fabulous green chair?

Yes, I was nervous and conditions were less than ideal (Hail (yes, hail) and a toddler who ran out of patience), but I realized that what I love about taking photos is the ability to capture the moment – not the perfect smily photo, but images that reflect real life.

I am just so happy with the moments I managed to capture for this family – complete with the surly 3 year old.

This is quite possibly my favourite…

And this one is a close second. One of those moments where I walked outside, turned around, and there was the photo. I was being pounded by hail, but it was definitely worth it.

And then the hail stopped just long enough for me to catch a photo of little Iver sitting up for the very first time. I hope they always remember that moment when they look at the photo.

I did manage to get a couple of smiles.

And of course at this time of the year you have to make the most of the cherry blossoms.

Thank you Davis family for letting me capture these moments and for giving me the opportunity to photograph some adorable baby blue eyes.

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Rainy Days – March 28th, 2009

What do you do on a very rainy Saturday in Portland? Why head to Powells of course – where, inevitably, you end up buying a bunch of new kids books (all on sale) and spend a lot of time following your baby around so you can replace books as he pulls them off the shelves.

I remember browsing the children’s section at Powells when I was pregnant with Thomas. I stocked up on Aussie children’s books like this one and this one in the hope that I would share at least a small part of my culture with my American children.

Fast forward nearly four years and I find myself listening to another Aussie mother talking to her two pre-teenage children while they respond with thick American accents and I realize that this is my future. But then I get home and Thomas says “bath” with a soft “a” like a true Aussie. It’s just one word but it gives me a smidgen of hope.