What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing? What do we think we might see? Some day we'll find it The Rainbow Connection The lovers, the dreamers and me. - Kermit the Frog, Rainbow Connection For some reason, when I was thinking of lyrics to attach to this post, this song popped into my head. And because it's been a while, and because it's Kermit, and because there's never a bad time for muppets, I looked it up on YouTube before starting to write. Reading through the comments
Always just hunting for that near-life experience,
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence.
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
Less about how you're feeling,
More about how you f*#@ing depict it. - Scroobius Pip, Broken Promise I've never been a morning person. But as the school bus pulls away, sometimes I do sit in the quiet glow of light coming through my bedroom window and reflect. Last night, my son asked me if God loves child
"I don't want ever to be a man," he said with passion. "I want always to be a little boy and to have fun." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan When I was little, one of my favorite places to visit was the library. Every week, I'd ride my bike over and check out all the fairy tales and fantasies I could. The pile, as I waited, would tower above my head and barely zipper into the red backpack my parents gave me on my eighth birthday. My favorite stories were the ones with beautiful illust
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury.
Turn first at the light that's in front me.
Cause every night I'ma do it like it's my last.
This dream is all that I need, cause it's all that I ever had. - Iggy Azalea, Work Regardless of the medium, every artist struggles with the same thing: the value of their work. Whether it's an internal struggle, or the challenge of relaying this worth to a client, we all hit this wall at some point. Most of us, if you were to ask, would say that
When you blow out the candles, One light stays aglow It's the love light in your eyes, Where e'er you go. - Tom Chapin, Happy Birthday Today, my Baby Squid is five years old. My comedic genius, my tough guy, my King T'Challa (he insists that this is his real name). For some reason, five is hard. It's like closing the Baby Chapter and opening the By, Mom, I'm Off to College one. Yes, I know this is absurd, and yes, I know I feel like this every year. But holding him all cuddle
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you... - Billie Holiday, The Very Thought Of You I was at a newborn session the other day with the chunkiest baby boy you've ever laid eyes on. I was greeted at the door by a beaming three-year-old who proudly announced that she was a big sister... and then filled me in on about a hundred other things before the shoot was over. She was adorable and reminded me of my own
Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve? - Frank Loesser, What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? This is my ultimate glittery-thrift store-silk-and-sequin New Year's Eve dress. Some year, I'm going to rock this dress and feel glamorous and timeless and not care who's watching. This is not what I wore as we rang in 2019. I think I was wearing jammy pants with anchors on them. And heated so
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.) - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself Today is Election Day. I'll just mention this because, although it's not strictly relevant to yesterday's shoot, it's on my mind. I photographed an old friend. Someone I'd lost touch with back in what I could sum up briefly as Alexis Version 1.0. Bear with me for a moment while I wax tangential. Remember that kid in high school that was kind of a je
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep. - Song for a Fifth Child, Ruth Hulburt Hamilton Well, First Grade doesn't get any easier. Everyone tells you that it goes by in the blink of an eye, and sadly, it's true. I feel like I'm constantly turning back behind me and trying to make yesterday's memories still fit into my arms. On
Today was a rite of passage in our household. My oldest son proudly donned his backpack and climbed up into the yellow school bus while his younger brother and I stood on the sidewalk and waved. I held back tears as I drove my younger son to daycare. His first day without his big brother around. Last night at bedtime, he told me he felt sad about the change. And I felt sad for him. And hopeful for both of them. And a little sad for myself. Every parent must have this day when
Isn't it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down,
try not to try too hard, it's just a lovely ride. Secret to Life, James Taylor Wedding season is drawing to a close for 2017. I'm unabashedly envious of your photos from Aruba and Maui and all the exotic places that are not Philadelphia in a heat wave! It may only be halfway through the year, but my eyes are already on 2018 and all the great adventures it will hold. Not just for me, but for the people whose photos I will ha