Golden Slumber

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Still Waters

Still waters
where days gone by
refuse to gently slumber.
May memories moor the broken heart
and temper what time refuses.

Self portrait

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

-Marianne Williamson

Pretty in Pink

I have to say my very best sessions are not only when I have time, but when I let the client have a chance to run the show.

Inevitably, I get shots that I would have never been able to dream up on my own.

And did this two year old know what kind of pictures she wanted to do?

What two year old wouldn't?

Reality bites

You know with the sagging economy, we are all finding that we need to be a little more creative to make ends meet. I'm thinking of starting a new business featuring posters with something like this image above. I mean, this could be a whole new thing for me.

I could expand to mugs, calendars, mouse pads, maybe even some day car wraps.

Drop me a line and let me know what you think.

Impressions of Winter

Baby Mine

How many faces can a baby make?

These last few weeks I found they can do just as many, just as fast as any seasoned actor

and they are oh so much more adorable.

Almost

The face of Adan

I spent the holidays the best way possible with family and friends and it feels strangely odd to be at my computer once more after being absent for so long. Most of my pictures from the break will stay stored away somewhere, but these are a few that are worth sharing, my dear friend's son.

His name is pronounced with a soft "a" as in the word "all" followed by a Spanish d (just a hint of whisper of an English "th") another soft "a", and finish with a musical and "n". String the letters together and his name will fall like warm liquid from your lips, "Adan".

A gaze that reveals an ageless spirit and a knowledge of things that perhaps I've forgotten.

What is it that he knows?

His mother's eyes that one can swim in.

His father's ears make their mark.

Seeing them in him, I feel a kinship, a love already born.

And when his eyes rest on mine, I feel as if his soul quietly reminisces, "Oh yes, I remember you".