on this first day of my 39th year, the second day of spring, i had a strong desire to make photographs of my little life. and so i did. and it fed my soul. here i am to share some little snippets of an everyday early spring afternoon…
his eyes. dreamy.
he chews his tongue a lot these days. and she loves fiercely.
being the 8 year old daughter of a photographer can be rough.
ruby, clover, cutie & pippi
lucy – 1 year
my birthday flower from my brother | my brother
i love his sideburns. it kills me to cut them.