The Quiet of the Winter

The Quiet of the Winter

It’s been quiet around here. You might be thinking, perhaps, too quiet. Alas, I am still here. Lurking in the shadows. Taking deep breaths. Enjoying time with my growing up much too fast daughter. And recharging a bit before the first wedding of 2019 next month (yes, a winter wedding!).

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First Snow of the Winter

First Snow of the Winter

I'm a bit delayed in actually posting these images, but that's what happens when you prioritize your clients' images over your own. This past week, we experienced the first snow fall of the 2017-18 winter. And, despite having seen the first snow for many years now, I still couldn't help but take a walk around my yard with my snow loving dog to capture some of our world as it started to turn white.

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"(Almost) Ten Years Worn Bling" (Week 11/52)

Our wedding rings. Almost ten years of wearing them and they are a bit rough around the edges from living life. Yet there we were on Saturday night. Flashes out. Camera on the tripod. Playing around with different lighting set ups as we get our game faces on for our 2017 wedding season. The rings might not be as new and shiny as those we'll get to photograph this summer. But they are ours. Every scratch, nick, and scuff. I wouldn't have it any other way.


"What was mine becomes yours." (Week 10/52)

The archaeological dig through boxes from our childhoods always bring up memories from our past. And lots of (likely dust covered) treasures for the next generation. The most popular one as of late is this tiny, travel Spirograph that uses post-it notes instead of full sheets of paper. As they say, they just don't make them like they used to.


"The sunlight deceives you." (Week 9/52)

This week's photo is posted 15 days after it was taken, but thank goodness for backdating. The first weekend of March featured some of the coldest temperatures that we have had this winter. The sunlight made it look far warmer than it actually was. What made perceived warmth all that much crueler was that I spent the weekend earning my wilderness first aid (WFA) card from Stonehearth Opening Learning Opportunities (SOLO) at the University of Maine 4-H Camp and Learning Center at Bryant Pond. Taking off my coat off indoors became optional as I worked as hard as I could to stay warm as we walked around campus and learned through simulated emergency events that we might encounter. It was an incredible weekend of learning, but one that certainly took me a while to recover from in every way.

Bryant Pond Greenwood Maine photographer

"Take a little walk with me" (Week 7/52)

One of the things we love about living where we do, out in "the sticks", is looking out into our woods. With just shy of three acres, we're often fortunate to see deer and fox tromping around in these woods. And it has become our daughter's wandering area as she grows. Breaking trail for her and our pup to explore is one of my (many) job titles in the winter. (Many thanks to the tree branch that held my camera for me as I ran off to beat the self timer.)

Snowshoeing with photographer in Standish Maine

"Doe, a deer, a buck." (Week 5/52)

Sometimes I wish that we lived closer to the "big city" so I wouldn't have to drive so far to get everywhere. And then days like yesterday happen. I was out wandering around our corner of the universe for over an hour patiently waiting for one of the deer herds to come out at dusk like they have been lately. Once they did, I lost count of them once I made it to twenty including at least two bucks. They never did migrate to the field that I was hoping to catch them in and thus the majority of my photos have the fence from the farm between me and them. But you can bet I'm hoping to be back there again tonight.

Deer gathered at sunset in Standish, Maine

Deer gathered at sunset in Standish, Maine

"Disassembling our past." (Week 3/52)

I asked my daughter to help me take apart the glider that I was given by my husband the Christmas before she was born. I'm a sentimental sap, so I just might have had to choke back a few tears knowing we'll never rock together in the glider again. It went to a new home the next day.

Standish Maine family portraits

P.S. The glider's new home is with my amazing clients, Michelle & Jory. The full sneak peek blog post of their maternity session is coming your way tomorrow. Knowing the little one that will soon be rocked in this chair warms my heart.

"a horse is a horse, of course, of course" (Week 1/52)

"a horse is a horse, of course, of course" (Week 1/52)

Ah, the new year. The time of year when everyone is running around determined to accomplish a load of different tasks. Call them resolutions, to do lists, dreams... whatever they are, I do find a new sense of optimism at the start of each year. Perhaps it is the flip of those last few number when I write out the year that do it. Or maybe it's starting the date with two 1s that does it. Yet here we are. A chance to start a new.

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In a flash, four years rush by.

Four years ago at this moment, I had my new title for less than 80 minutes. I was filled with more emotions and adrenaline than potentially any other time in my life. I was surrounded by people that I barely knew, yet I had tunnel vision and their presence barely registered in my mind.

Four years ago, I became a mom.

The past few years have, to be honest, been filled with plenty of ups and downs. Oggling the less than ones as she learned to exist in the world. Enjoying the ones as mobility set in. Surviving the two. Getting to three and understanding what everyone had been saying about the terrible threes. Yet every down has been outweighed by the ups. Seeing her become her own unique self has been the greatest joy I have ever known. She is my mini me.

So, to my little bookworm, happiest of birthdays to you! I am looking forward to another year of adventures with you filled with lots of snuggle time reading tons of books together.

Love forever and ever,

Children Portraits Standish Maine

I learned from the best.

Here I am with my cup of warm coffee, still in my bathrobe, my hair a mess.

It is Mother's Day 2016. Despite my daughter still be three years old (for two more days), this is my fourth Mother's Day as a mom of a two legged little one. (Sorry, Digby, I'm not counting my years as a fur-mom.)

Four years ago this was my first day home as a mom. Since then, this day has always been a day of reflection over the past year of my life with a mini me. How much she has grown in the past year. How much growing I have done as I learn to be the best mom I can possibly be for her. What memories have we created since the last mother's day? What skills have I helped her learn in the past year?

It is also a day when I reflect upon my own mom and the other "moms" I've had over the years. I have been very fortunate to be influenced by so many strong women over the years.

To my own mom: Thank you for being there for me through thick and thin since I came crashing into your world and threw life as you knew it upside down. I know, by being the first, I helped you get your sea legs at this mom thing and were your little helper when Jen came along three years later. We have always been close, despite the distance between us, and I am very thankful for that. Thank you for being such an integral part of the past four years as I've learned to be a mom, too. Your presence for a day (plus) a week has meant the world to us all.

To my dear mother-in-law: It is hard to believe that I "stormed the castle" of your family over ten years ago now. I may not have started it off on the right foot (I'm pretty sure "You're a lot taller than I thought you'd be" was the first thing I said to you.). Yet, all these years later, we have developed quite the relationship surrounding our boys and, now, Bri. Thank you for raising Alan to be the man that I love so deeply and for helping to guide him through his childhood. I am very fortunate to have you to call my mom, too.

To my "Massachusetts Mommy", Mickey: I know the time flies by since we last saw each other. Yet there is not a day that goes by that I am not incredibly grateful for your love and support while I was at Northfield Mount Hermon. It is no secret that we have a special bond because of those years we spent together as you mentored me and gave me a place of refuge from the typical teenage drama. Thank you. From the very bottom of my heart.

As I embark on my fifth year with the title of "mother", thank you. The three of you helped me to be the best mom I can be for Bri. You have each influenced me greatly. I truly have learned from the best.

Our annual "Girls' Trip to New York City" self from April 2016 in front of the  American Museum of Natural History

Our annual "Girls' Trip to New York City" self from April 2016 in front of the American Museum of Natural History