I love the Iron & Wine lyric: “Mother, remember the blink of an eye/when I breathed through your body” – it’s so evocative of the fantastic mammalian moment we call maternity and the importance of photos to store what our memories might not.
My 3 year old asked me recently, “How is there room for the baby in a belly if the mother eats a lot of food?” and I tried to remind her that we just say a baby is in its mama’s belly, but it actually is in the uterus, below the stomach, a completely different pocket of home. I suppose we like the alliterative ring of Baby and Belly, but it is certainly a possibly confusing idea for the literal-minded.
It’s worth celebrating the blink when there are two heartbeats in one body.
I have often said that clichés are only clichés until they happen to you – and then they are the deepest human truth. So it is with that one about the days being long and the years being short and how time passes so quickly and babies grow up so fast. I love photographing that journey because I know how easily we forget the long days.
From before birth to the first birthday, each sweet quarter captured:
I think of that first year like a stream of bubbles – fleeting and luminescent with some kind of magic that draws everyone in wonder:
My own child and her cousins, in the year before her existence and each year since: time, inexorably unspooling.
And the incomplete story of journeys these tiny ones are still on:
Engagement photography on Martha’s Vineyard is one of my favorite occasions – the joy and love and excitement of a new journey is infectious.
I also like the moment of reveal, when my secret presence is disclosed and I can help the happy couple celebrate.
Some occasions take a lot of advance planning (many secret emails, reconnaissance, and satellite photos with instructions about exactly which direction to face) and some just require a moment together at a meaningful spot.
If you’ve been planning to propose to your love and want a photographic record of the moment, get in touch!
I always wanted to be a mom. Even and especially through 4 long years of hope/despair in my attempts to be one. I didn’t always know I wanted to be a photographer, though, and combining my photography and the final moments of other people’s journey to parenthood is something I’ve been increasingly compelled to do. Labor and birth are such dream-states, so profound and monumental – these birth photos are testament to the love and the work that can change the world. I am thrilled and honored to have been present when these kiddos made their entrance and to capture these moments when life was forever-after different for everyone involved.
One birth by cesarean. One birth by cervix. Two awe-inspiring experiences of strength and wonder and the primal power where we all once began.
I recently acquired a macro lens and I’ve only barely begun to try it out. After yesterday’s soak, I had the idea to go out this morning and look for water drops on branches. I found that most of the drops had already fallen, but I did find a few with which to experiment. Though I still have a lot of practice to do, my favorite was this one on a tiny curl of vine.