My niece: Genevieve (Evie) Helene Delotelle
Little light
Little bird
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My niece: Genevieve (Evie) Helene Delotelle
Little light
Little bird
A cool Autumn night.
A little calm, a little wild.
It suited this crew.
We recreated, with baby Luca, one of my favorite shots from his older sister Irie’s newborn shoot two years ago. Can you tell which (hint: not-so-happy but oh-so-kissable baby cheeks)?
New parents cherishing their son in heart, mind, and spirit.
The Livingston family chose this trail for their session. A river on one side and cars zooming by on the other. Green and blue in the midst of the city. Their Sabbath ritual is walking this trail from their home and the boys showed me their special spots: a sandbar by the water, the rocks where turtles sunbathe, and the trees full of purple mulberries ripe for staining hands and cheeks. Little Greta got lots of kisses from her three big brothers and it won’t be long until she’ll be running alongside them on this path.
When my cousin Clare and her family were in for the Fourth of July I wrangled them into some (almost) sunrise family photos at the park. They are some of the most welcoming and hospitable people I know. They bake a mean biscuit and style a room as comfy as it is gorgeous. I am so glad we get to do life together with our soggy bottom gang (aka toddlers and babies)!
Glowing momma and devoted daddy waiting for their TWINS!
My little week old nephew Jude Wilder.
Jude: Praise
Wilder: Wild
May he fulfill his name and be a man of wild praise before the throne of God.
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I am smitten with this last photo of petite Irie and her devoted momma and daddy. In it we glimpse the newborn babe phase:
raw
explosive
delicate
humorous
loud
and beset with love.
California Babymoon
Read more"When on thy lovely vale I stand to gaze,
I feel thou need'st from me no meed of praise:
Thy hanging woods, thy fountains, and thy bowers,
Thy dashing floods, thy landscapes, and thy flowers,
Thy bold grey rocks, thy healthy purple fells,
Where silent solitude with beauty dwells ;"
On Bingley by John Nicholson