Posts in family films
After school in the space of their home on a brilliant autumn afternoon.

Three years ago they invited me into their space, into the innocent and wonder and delight of young motherhood. You can see the session here.And while some call time a thief, for others, they make it their alchemist. Because since the years since I was with this family last, time has made house a home in a way that can only be called sacred. This is the space where tears are cried and feelings are hurt and all of humanity is hashed out. The space where stories are made and told, laughter is hearty and deep and with a look, all is known. See fifteen years ago it was just them, young and in love, choosing each other, promising always. And now in a blink, they are here, celebrating over homework, cheers-ing through soccer games. Here they are finding the treasure of romance made richer with the familiar. And thus, this is the art of what they have together made- after school, in the space of their home, on a brilliant autumn afternoon.

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Loved and adored and held ever so tightly, this is Baby Vinn.

I'm not one of those who tells the little ones not to grow up. Because when I see the wrinkles of skin folded around knobby, wobbly newborn knees, flakes of heaven's kisses peeling off furrowed brows of slumber, watch them held in wonder by their siblings guarded ever so closely by parents serenading them with reminders to "please be gentle", my heart swells with the knowledge that this is only the beginning.Because like handcrafted tapestry, their tender hearts have been woven together. The texture is deep with nuances of exuberance and introspection, the color rich with innocence and affection.

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An ordinary morning of magic under warm sheets and rising sunlight.

They invited me in before sleepy eyes were even rubbed awake. But then the warm sheets they shared together grew cool as with the twinkling rising sun dancing yellow through their kitchen, the day unfolded its magic of noise, wonder and delight alike. The truest documentary art I've been privileged to make. This is a motherhood project from Allison Corrin Photography in Kansas City. I'd love to do it all again. And by love, I mean, my heart is aching for what is real. Because other mothers need to see the sheen of the flame of the fire they're so fiercely living in, shining through as gold.

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The golden evening in a quiet garden when Jed married his dearest Amelia.

Once again, I'm humbled to have been invited into another love story.But this time, I know and love and share the roots of it as well. Because growing up we’s so often spend Thanksgivings loud and crazy crammed in a farmhouse with so many people and just one bathroom and I'd hold baby Amelia and dream of being a mama someday. And then we'd celebrate Christmas under a little rainbow lit evergreen tree where the presents always, every year, extended feet beyond its diameter. And Jed’s three sisters and my sisters, and I would fawn over his blonde curls from the beginning and his mama, would simply tousle them giggling with us, "Oh, my buddy". And I remember the day toddling Amelia fell and my own dad pulled her up from murky lake waters, rescuing her from one of the many possible demises the countryland we explored so freely held. And then twenty years later when Jed was the rescuer as, the one we needed and called and faithfully he was there regardless of the midnight hours, handsome and humble, didn't even ask questions why, he was simply there for us. I've watched Amelia brilliant and radiant wear her homecoming queen crown. And Jed, always the scholar, always the artist, win debates and trophies and travel the world with his storytelling in words and film. These stories are only the tip of the iceberg of the memories we share, and they've always been told with laughter and gratitude on different sides but now, in a way orchestrated only in the most divine of ways, they'll be told together. Because a Hartley boy fell head over heels for a beautiful Gordon girl and together they've chosen to write their own story together. It won't be perfect, in the way that none of our stories are. They already know this. But watching the way he holds her and the way she finds comfort in him, and the way, they, unstoppable, face their lifetime as one, forever is what they want, forever is what they choose. Because it's the unseen moments, the tiny ones, the ones that fall in between the cracks, just under the radar. It's reaching out, and showing up and really just being there. It's the little choices that are the hardest choices, respect over resentment, sacrifice over selfishness. It's all these minuscule things that are actually quite monumental, the actual makings of this miracle. So Jed and Amelia, your day was beautiful, but my prayer is it all dims quickly in comparison to your extravagant generosity, tenderhearted forgiveness, humble devotion and resilient affection.

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Their first child, her first bath, and all of the affection within their home.

As a creative, my heart is stirred most deeply not simply by the loveliness of texture and color and light, but the sacredness of vulnerability, the tenderness of wonder and the fierceness of devotion.Thus, I make this art as a gift, breathed from a mother's heart for a mother's heart. This is their first child, her first bath, and all the affection within their home.

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Sweet moments of newness for Baby Sam.

Just two years ago these two entered the complex unknown of opinions and doubts and heartache and humbling.Parenthood. It's not for the faint of heart. But rooted in the choice of joy and adventure, oh how they have blossomed. It's been my joy to watch from behind the lens. And so here they are again, in the miracle and newness of becoming four, becoming together even deeper in wonder, in delight and in love. These are sweet moments at home with the newness of their second son, Sam.

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In the dreamiest of spaces, tiny Miss Vera and Sloane begin their grand sisterhood under the watchful eye of their Eloise.

In a space where art meets answered prayers and color meets dreams come true, tangible beauty collides with transcendent connection.And though sleep deprived and outnumbered, the gentleness of these parents comes from a rooted strength within and reflected in the devotion they as five will always be known for, their greatness has only begun. These are the photographs and family film of tiny Miss Vera and Sloane and their big sister Eloise. This film documents so much delight, tenderness and respect. It is truly most beautiful experienced with as many of the senses as possible.

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A drizzley Fourth of July in suburb streets with firecrackers and sparklers and friends.

It poured all morning.But we piled in the garage with cousins and grandparents and made summer food and played in the water and laughter was the summer soundtrack. And then when the clouds finally gave way to golden light, we lit firecrackers and sparklers and lit up memories with the besties our children are growing up with. This was the Fourth of July of 2017 in suburb streets with firecrackers and sparklers and friends.

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