The Morgans + 1

Meet the Morgan family. The other night, we went out for a little shoot on the beach. We saw so many things: a little lady with a flash tattoo dancing on the beach, a little old man who photobombed some of the shots, and a ton of sea gulls! Lucas didn’t like the sand. He can’t say it yet, but he’s really excited about his little sister coming in January.  And  you could probably guess…Alex loves his photo taken.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I do!

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The Londoner Bridal Shower

At my age, I’ve had the privilege of walking with friends as they meet cute guys, grow hearts in their eyes, and eventually walk down the isle to meet their true love.  Which means I’ve attended my fair share of bachelorette parties, bridal gatherings, and wedding prep get togethers.  Well, this one happened to be one of my favorites.

Bekah invited all of her friends to a tea party at The Londoner, and boy did we have fun. Set inside the eclectic downtown Bradenton, Florida, this Victorian bed and breakfast is the perfect location to throw a party. The staff was amazing, the scones were absolutely perfect, and the house was picturesque.  Bekah’s hour consisted of Earl grey, scones, floral tea cups, and a celebration of femininity accompanied by laughter.

Congratulations to Bekah and David.  Let’s toast our scones to true love.

Hm… toasted scones… interesting thought.

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The Londoner Bridal Shower

Godshall Family

So you are currently looking at one of my favorite shoots. The colors, the people… Seriously, there’s just something that starts to stir in me when I get to document people in their homes.  You wouldn’t think it makes a difference, but there is a physical change that happens to people when you bring the camera to them- not vice versa.  They are calm. They smile more.  They even get more creative.  Jason and Jen made my heart happy.  And wouldn’t you know that little baby Nate really likes me? He honestly breaks into a huge grin when I walk into the room.  And this kid has a killer grin that will melt a heart of stone. It did mine anyway. Did I mention anything about these colors?

So here is to Story Shoots at home. Here’s to the Godshall family for letting me in.  Here’s to many more to come!nategodshall-5 nategodshall-9 nategodshall-10 nategodshall-13 nategodshall-20 nategodshall-19 nategodshall-23 nategodshall-25nategodshall-2nategodshall-27 nategodshall-28 nategodshall-34 nategodshall-39 nategodshall-42 nategodshall-44 nategodshall-48 nategodshall-52 nategodshall-53 nategodshall-54

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Faith

While I was editing this shoot, I remember moving to a photo and just freaking out.  This girl. I mean, does she model for a living? Nope. She’s just a natural.  What I love more than anything is that her inward beauty only adds to it all.  She’s got the faith (no pun intended), the gentleness, and the kindness.

We had a lot of fun on the shoot.  She got strangled by some spanish moss.  *Photo not posted for her sake.  :]

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Miss Nora

So I’ve been hanging around children a little more frequently lately.  And though I haven’t been particularly fond of them before, I’m beginning to sway my opinion.  They are charming little stinkers.  I always heard about the “miracle of birth,” yada yada and “how fast they grow,” yada yada.  It never really had much affect on me. I’ve just never been around children very much.

I think that I can probably pin point the moment that all began to change in my heart.  I think it was the moment, after thirty some hours of waiting, when my best friend held Nora in her arms for the first time.  I was behind the camera for all of it, and all eyes were on those two. But if you would have turned and looked back at me, you would have seen little tears pooling in my eyes.  I could hear myself repeat, “oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” but it was almost like my voice was outside of my body- it wasn’t really coming from myself.  And I stood there camera still in hand, unable to see what it was focused on.  I kept looking at her little eyes and her lips. Oh, her lips! And that’s the point where it changed for me.  I think I got it.

Though this was the turning point in a sense for me, I had been experiencing other strange things culminating within my little- apparently grinch-like heart.  I’d been helping my sister with her nanny job once a week.  This means I got to spend 4.5 hours with a one year old every once or twice a week.  And I began to appreciate the little moments when she would run to me like she liked me.  Or when she actually laughed at something I did to entertain her (I mean, I think I’m funny).  Or the way she curled up in my arms while I rocked her before her nap.  Am I sounding mushy? Oh my gosh, I’m being a mush ball.  To save myself some dignity, I’ll refrain from any more of these moments.  I will say one more thing: I’m feeling a lot more comfortable around babies now.  My feelings aren’t as hurt when they cry in my arms.  I feel like I can hold them without making their heads fall off (they really are a lot more durable than you’d think). That being said, it’s still going to take me a while to get over  my disgust over all the weird fluids that babies produce and get all over you. Vomit. Pee. Poop. Boogers. Snot. Ew. I’m definitely #notafan .

And on a funnier note (and the reason for this post) what I most appreciate about babies is their ability to be them.  Flagrantly so.  I love their odd shaped bodies and incessant babbling- all things that would be considered faux pa for an adult to do.

So here’s Nora. The girl who kind of changed my life in a way.  Or at least my perspective.

I’ll be pointing out some of my favorite poses and faces.

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Here’s rapper Nora:Nora-19

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And my personal fave, incredibly pear shaped Nora (when would it ever be cool to flaunt this bod in public as an adult?)Nora-30

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Miss Nora