“There are only two lasting things we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other wings.”
– Henry Ward Beecher
I’ve been photographing Brandie + Parker’s growing family for a while now. Brandie’s thoughtfulness for capturing intentional moments, ages, and seasons in her children’s lives always leaves me with that gooey heart-in-a-puddle-on-the-floor feeling in the ways that I soak in something new and lovely about life, love, or family from each time I spend with them.
After the births of both of her boys, Brandie had me over to photograph generational sessions with the littles, their parents, and grandparents. This year, we did a photojournalistic generational session at Parker’s parents’ house, where we gardened, laughed, had the best morning kicking off the beginning days of Summer and soaking in the best homegrown memories with family.
If you’re reading this far down in the post, you probably know my writing style enough by now to know that it’s sentimental all over the place up in here. If that’s not your jam so much, just keep scrollin’ on through to the pretty photographs. No offense taken!
Growing up, my grandfather always had a lush garden in which he carefully tended. This morning session made me think of the memories with my own grandparents of picking, cooking, and serving all of that homegrown goodness that was cultivated with love and patience.
I know I say it enough to sound like a broken record, but documenting the tiny littles of my clients interactively as they grow, develop, and change is a job that constantly leaves me gaining wisdom and insight that I’d never even known I’d needed. Essentially, some days my job description involves playing with toddlers, and let’s just say, I never leave those days without their innocent, engaging minds unintentionally teaching me a thing or two.
These are the types of moments that make me feel inherently blessed to be able to make a living cultivating + capturing the things that make us feel.
After time in the garden, Parker’s mother Mrs. Celeste showed me her serene studio where she creates artwork. Mrs. Celeste has such a warm persona and an impressive eye for beautiful things, but seeing the space where she relaxes, engages her creative mind, and creates meaningful artwork was such a wonderful way to end that morning. I left dreaming of my next home and working from the sun porch with warm sunshine beating in.
Until then, I’ll keep it real and inform you that my current workspace is much less glamorous than that sounds, looking more like dirty hair and a “makeshift” desk located in the same location on my bed. All just humbly reminding me to soak in the transition, messy, and the now, because those seasons contribute to the pretty in life just the same.