David & Marissa

08.14.15

I met Marissa two years ago when our husbands started PA school together. I fell in love with her the minute we met. She’s one of the most lovely, kind souls I’ve ever met – she just radiates joy and beauty.  I’m going to miss her so much after the guys are done with school!

Marissa and her husband graciously let me play with a new lens setup on my Pentax last month.  I’ve been shooting a little film here & there this summer as a personal creative outlet and it’s been such an enjoyable adventure. There’s definitely a learning curve, but I’m once again welcoming the way it challenges me to slow down and approach an image differently.

These were shot with a Hasselblad Zeiss lens mounted on a Pentax 645N. It’s a little ghetto but I’m loving the results! Mix of Kodak Porta & Fuji Pro 400. Scans by Photovision Lab.

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a hundred days

05.14.15

Hazel girl, you’re a hundred days old today. It’s been the best hundred days. Not a single one has gone by that I haven’t thanked God for you, such a gift. It seemed crazy to start over again with a baby after so many years, but I’m wildly happy that we did. You’ve brought immeasurable joy into our lives. Thank you for being so sweet and trusting. Thank you for smiling at me at four in the morning. You’ve made me so aware of how quickly the days pass… I can’t seem to hold you or kiss you enough.

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Hazel Kate

02.25.15

February 3, 2015

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 6.6 lbs | 19 in

These past three weeks have been magical. I can’t remember a time in my life where I felt more happy or more at peace. I’m deeply grateful for the addition of this perfect little soul to our family… we’ve been looking forward to this for a long time and it couldn’t be sweeter.  

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on a personal note

10.24.14

 Almost six months along and I’m so mindful this time around of how quickly it all goes. Ten years between pregnancies puts everything in perspective! I remember when Jo was a newborn I couldn’t wait for her to grow up… to start walking and talking and interacting. I didn’t realize how fast it would fly by. So now as crazy as it seems to be going back to diapers, pacifiers and sleepless nights after years of independence, I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to the forced slowing down of life’s crazy pace, the newborn wonder and sweet baby snuggles. I’m also sadly aware of the time I missed at the beginning of Henry’s life. It feels like a gift to not only have the time with this new little one from the very beginning, but also the firsthand experience of how quickly they grow!

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hasselblad

05.29.14

I bought an old medium format film camera a couple of years ago, a Hasselblad 500C. I shot a few rolls with it over the period of about a year – just personal work for fun. Then of course life got crazy and the film sat in a dresser drawer for a year & a half until I finally sent it off to be processed this spring. I couldn’t even really remember what I’d shot, so it was like opening a present when the scans came back. So fun! I’m really looking forward to running a few more rolls through it this summer. I love the way it shoots… that light leak is just dreamy!! Shooting film forces me to slow down and see differently. That alone is worth the extra investment of the film!
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cary & kate

10.25.13

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Cary and I met almost five years ago. I had a lens for sale on Craigslist, and she bought it from me. She walked into my house with her two wee kids and a big smile (probably wearing a cute pair of boots, because that’s how she rolls!) and I knew we were going to be fast friends. I had just moved to Hayden, and the beginning of a sweet new friendship with a native Idaho gal felt like a gift.

Over the years I’ve been so inspired by Cary. She is a true pioneer soul and does it all: photography, sewing, crafting, building, logging, driving a skidder, restoring old vehicles, working antique shows, riding horses, remodeling vintage campers… and finding the best deals on Frye boots! And yet she always finds time to text me for a quick coffee date or movie night at the Garland. She’s laid-back but up for anything, and I so appreciate that about her! And let me tell you, every farm-raised city-dwelling girl with an animal-loving daughter should be as lucky as us to have a Cary in their lives. We look forward to heading out to her little farmhouse on the prairie to see brand new puppies and kitties, chickens, and a recently added pony & horse. I know Joanna would trade homes in a heartbeat!

It was Cary’s birthday last month, and I headed out to get some photos of her with her most recent project, a newly restored 1959 Triumph TR10. Talk about a ridiculously adorable car! It’s so small that I was able to push it out of the garage singlehandedly, and then later out of a ditch with Cary’s help – which was almost impossible to do because we were both laughing so hard. Such fun! (Oh, and yes – Cary did the most of the restoration herself, including reupholstering the seats. Amazing!)

Baby Kate – who is not really a baby anymore, but will forever be known to my kids as such – came along and I love the way her big personality shines through in every frame. =)

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letting go

10.21.13

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It’s been almost a month since I visited my grandparents’ old place for the last time and said goodbye to the mountain, the meadows, and the homestead that have been there as long as I can remember, an anchor.

I took one of my dearest friends on a day trip up to Northport. She let me talk along the way, listening to random memories. I needed that day, that final visit to my grandparents while they still lived in their beloved mountain cabin where time always managed to stand still. I needed the chance to pick apples from the tree in the front yard, and sit in the living room with my grandma as she laughingly recounted a story, and watch my grandpa tend his tomatoes. I needed to walk up the driveway past Emil’s cabin one more time.

When we got there I pulled out my camera, focused my lens on the weather-worn barn, on the aspens about to turn color, on the apple tree that is older than me, and I said goodbye.

Five generations of my family have walked this land, and in the Northwest that’s an eternity. For 32 years I’ve been driving up the winding road under a canopy of trees to visit my grandparents. As a kid my mom would tell us about her childhood growing up there. I loved sleeping in her old room above the kitchen, imagining her as a girl. She fell in love with my dad while she lived in that room, the two of them disappearing into the sunset on his motorcycle, high school sweethearts.

There are so many things I’ll remember… the green glass candy jar on the counter, the narrow wood steps leading to the basement, the laundry chute that we played in for hours as children – stretching out our small arms and legs as we scaled inside to the second floor. I’ll remember my grandma talking as she made dinner at the ancient stove, the sweeping views of the river, and Thanksgivings with the entire family gathered around a long table, my grandpa at one end pretending to need binoculars to see my grandma at the other end…

I watched my grandpa on that last visit, only days before moving off his mountain. He was sitting on the porch with his back to the house, facing North. Just looking. Not saying a word. He watched a storm roll down the valley from Canada, as he had done a thousand times in his life… but for the last time. How do you say goodbye to your entire life? This land IS my grandfather. He was born here 85 years ago. He has explored it, loved it, cared for it. He knows every tree on 200 acres, every stump, every clearing. This land is as much a part of him as breathing. I can’t imagine him without his forests and his mountain, his river… without the wild surrounding him.

A lot of people don’t understand how a soul can be so tied to a piece of land – but I know, and I’m tied too, and it’s hard to let go. I want my daughter to grow up with the same sense of connectedness, an awareness and gratitude for how deeply our roots go into this little corner of the world. I think it makes it easier to spread your wings and fly when you know where you came from, when you have a hometown or homestead in your rearview mirror.

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ten

02.08.13

“…whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”  Emily Bronte

So hard to believe; we’ve been married for ten years. A decade gone by in a flash.

I feel the same deep, sweet love and longing for him that I felt ten years ago on the day of our wedding, but so much has changed since then… we’ve changed – yet we’ve done so together and that’s what I’m the most grateful for. We’ve given each other the opportunity to change, the grace and room to stretch our legs, to discover more of who we are as individuals – and as a result, we’ve actually grown closer.

I hope I can say the same after another ten years.