“I gotta get my own car.” Sherman mumbled
This black and white one is one of my fave McFlaves. I think it feels really natural and relaxed. I wonder what her baby boy will think looking back on these photos when he’s 20.
Would I have asked him to do it if I’d known?
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.
Regardless, he hung in there for a good 20 minutes before admitting that his sinuses were collapsing in on him. What a trooper.
* UPDATE: Kara had her baby boy this morning….Gavin Eric Kurtz 8lbs. 10oz
This little gem is Abby. She belongs to my cousin Ann.
Now, normally I have AROUND a 3 hour time limit with other people’s little ones. After which time, I pinch their cheeks, pat their heads and send them back to wherever it is they came from. It’s not that I don’t like kids……I just like them better in moderation.
This situation was different though. I wanted to KEEP Abby. I wanted to sneak her home with me in my suitcase. What a sweet little girl.
I wonder if John would have noticed. Maybe. Probably not.
I don’t really know what’s happening here. High kicks? Bug smashing? Ministry of Silly Walks?
Here’s some portraits of Abby and her younger brother, Charlie Brown – also known as Steven.
She kept trying to kiss him – he’s adorable, I had to restrain the urge myself – but he wanted nothing to do with it. This is one desperate toddler.
Charlie Brown: Get your HANDS off me!
Charlie Brown: I SAID don’t TOUCH me!
Charlie Brown: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! IT BUUUUUUUUUURRRNNNNS!
Charlie Brown: WHHHHHHYYYYYY, GOOOOOOOODDDD???????!!!!
Charlie Brown: …hurting…..throat……can’t……breathe……choking……
The look on Ann’s face when I told her I was going to shoot her kids beside this manky old garden shed was priceless. I told her the only thing to fear was fear itself. She still looked nervous but hung in there like a champion.
Charlie Brown: I lost my horses.
Abby: Don’t worry. You still have me.
Charlie Brown: I lost my sister.
Radio Flyer Wagon: Don’t worry, you still have me.
Charlie Brown: I lost my crops……..I LOST MY CROPS!!!!! I AM GOING TO DIIIIEEEEE!!!
***no children died in the making of this blog***
She and her new man-friend decided to tie the noose at the ol’ family homestead in South Dakota. Friends and family came from afar – myself included. When I heard there was going to be a wedding back home, why, I began packing immediately! I haven’t been back for about a year and thought it was a good opportunity to get the band back together – I played the jug. Toot toot!
The weather was perfect and soon the festivities were soon underfoot……undertow…..they were happening.
I love shooting the groom’s reaction when he sees his ladybird for the first time.
This nails it for top three……top TWO best wedding messages I’ve ever heard.
So they pop through their vows and Emily begins slipping the ring onto Derek’s finger and the gorgeous reverend / pastor / I don’t even care / what a nice smile!!! / tells her that she’s putting it on the wrong hand.
He’s a big Red Sox fan……and I didn’t really think about it before, but I wonder if she likes The Cowboys??
And then the big moment! The ring is on the (correct) finger (and hand), the promises have been made and now it’s time for the big smooch-a-rino!
No tongue please.