always in a way that is authentic and deeply personal.
and most of all, in a way that captures that which is true for me.
and true for you as well.
the raw and real moments; the intensity of love, the vulnerabilities.
if you are looking for someone to help you savor a moment in your life,
please be in touch.
Your assumptions about the lives of others are in direct relation to your naïve pomposity. Many people you believe to be rich are not rich. Many people you think have it easy worked hard for what they got. Many people who seem to be gliding right along have suffered and are suffering. Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.
When you meet a man in the doorway of a Mexican restaurant who later kisses you while explaining that this kiss doesn’t ‘mean anything’ because, much as he likes you, he is not interested in having a relationship with you or anyone right now, just laugh and kiss him back. Your daughter will have his sense of humor. Your son will have his eyes.
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life.
the moment a child is born, the mother is also born. she never existed before. the woman existed, but the mother, never. a mother is something absolutely new. -rajneesh
life as i know it on this gorgeous almost winter kind of nevada city day, dreaming of this concept of being 'born' into motherhood. not only once, but every.single.day. different journeys. different lessons. different gifts different struggles. every.single.day. sometimes it can be so fucking hard, i will say inside my own head, 'it never ends! a mother's work never ever ends!' but then my beloved uncle kenny's words pop in... when i have complained to him in the past, 'it never ends!', he always returns with- 'thank god, right?'. damn he if he's not so very right. thank god that it never ends. thank god for the journey. thank god for the lessons, thank god for the gifts, and yes- i even thank god for the struggles. i am grateful for them all. also so grateful for mamas like cara- and being given the chance to capture a mother's love of her beautiful girls. deeply enjoying photographing girls as they are on the verge of becoming young women...unknowingly preparing for all the many journeys ahead. a gift to me.