This one doesn’t need much words. Just a snowy day, two cousins, a couple of playful skirts, a window sill and a bed. Hours of entertainment. Much twirling, giggles and flight ensued.
The joy of seeing these two, who live on opposite sides of the country, playing together harmoniously, unaided (finally!) and gleefully is just simply immense.
Love love and more love. Red skirts don’t hurt either.
This pictures speaks to me. As her mother, who finds her _everything_ beautiful. As a photographer, in love with light. And as a human being, who loves bodies, skin, shapes.
That gorgeous golden winter morning light. Precious after days of shadow, foggy, cold. How it plays across the developing muscles of her back, how it catches the dishevelment of her morning hair, the back of an ear, the curl at the nape of the neck. The space within and without, light and shadow.
She was getting dressed on a chilly morning in a ray of light. I had mere seconds to grab my camera. Three year olds don’t tend to cooperate with breath-taken mama’s. Delighted that something of the moment lingered on in my image.
It doesn’t snow where we live. Therefore, when our neighbor across the street arrived home with a truckload of snow, the kids went crazy!
Anja’s first time playing “in” the snow. If you can call this “in.”
We have the best neighbors.
Sledding! Notice the snowball being inserted into Anja’s jacket hood?
Here’s the adorable mischief maker. Searching for a target for that snowball. Like father like son.
Oh those eyes. Stunning.
It was sad to have to pull Anja away from the pile of fun.
Happy New Year everyone!
It’s been a few weeks of absolute heart explosion around here. My brother and sister in law had their second baby. A lovely, gentle home birth. I am so proud and thrilled for them, and my heart is wide open for this new little guy. I was able to fly east for a mini visit. It was breathtakingly amazing to hold the miraculous life of a newborn. But the biggest gift of flying from California to Philadelphia- alone for the first time since my daughter was born- was the chance to connect deeply with my niece. She’s 3 years old. Exactly 6 months younger than my daughter, and therefore ALL of my previous time with her has been mixed with being mommy to my own little one, and helping the two of them navigate baby/toddler/preschooler playing. One on one time was sweet, precious and deep. And, I believe, very appreciated by both of us.
While there, for 24 hours, I squeezed in a mini photo shoot. I have been struggling with my camera lately. Shutter issues. Focus issues. It’s immensely frustrating. And add to that the enormous challenge of doing a newborn shoot. In 10 minutes. With a house full of guests, moment’s before a Bris is about to begin. Yikes. I came out with a few decent shots and LOTS of lessons learned.
Most of all. Gratitude for family that I not only LOVE, but also like.
Anja and I fly back in two weeks to spend a full week with our east coast family. Praying for snow, for my girl, I want her to see the magic of flakes falling down.