tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12546113849377687652012-02-10T08:34:04.118-05:00Carey Pace is a storyteller using the camera as her medium. Carey's style is capturing true moments in a lifestyle photojournalistic way with bold bright colors.Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.comBlogger1371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-60235596720378300702012-02-10T08:00:00.130-05:002012-02-10T08:00:11.907-05:00

The days are long yet the years are short.  Every month of this project solidifies this truth for me. So thankful for this project that reminds me monthly to document these little things that tell the story of our days in this snapshot of time. This month I wanted to challenge myself a tad.  I limited myself to use only my Nikon 50mm 1.4D lens (on my crop sensor, so 75mm equivalent focal

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The Bloom Forum ran a contest for a Ketti photography bag.  To enter the contest, you had to submit a self-portrait.  I'm not really a girly-girl camera bag person, but I figured I might as well participate.  I've found self portraits to be a very fun and yet very challenging exercise. I'm sure this happens in your household, too.  The kids are happily occupied somehow.  Leaving you to do

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I bet you all will be so very proud of me.  Indecisive me and I managed to choose ONE favorite fruit on white image for my first Food Photography Challenge project!  I did it.  I had several to choose from and I was able to choose just one!!!  That being said, I still wanted to share my 'rejects'.  My favorite of the rejects is the cantaloupe.  (The Little Lady calls antelopes 'cantaloupes'.  I

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I met Laurie Vengoechea through the 10 on 10 project that I do.  She's on my circle.  We are on the Bloom forum together, but I was fairly new when the 10 started up. With tons of new faces and names, I had a hard time keeping track of who was who.  It wasn't until the 10 on 10 progressed that I got to know Laurie.  We quickly discovered we have a lot in common:  Jesus, Photography, Food, and

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Two weeks later and it is time for post 2 of my Project 26.  The theme for this post was Faceless Portrait.  Each of the 13 photographers in the group was responsible for a theme idea and this one was Celeste Jones'.  Might as well start it off with a bang, right?  Whew.  This intimidated me.   While I take shots all the time that don't include a face, I was stumped at what makes an image a

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I *almost* deleted it.  Truly, I did. You see, I have this crazy issue where I think images should be in focus.  Well, let me clarify.  What is clearly intended to be the subject of the photograph should be in focus.  So if the image is of a child's face, then more than likely, the child's eyes should be in focus.  To put it bluntly, I find it incredibly, incredibly frustrating to see images

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How does that phrase go?  A day late and a dollar short?  Well, I feel like I'm constantly 10 days late and two hundred dollars short.  Nothing in my world is accomplished when it should be, and it is most certainly not accomplished to the best of my ability.  This is so counter to my personality and it is eating me alive.  I'm stuck in a chronic state of being behind.  One day I hope to crawl

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It is hard to believe yet another 30 days has passed and it is time for the 10 on 10 again.  I have enjoyed this personal project so very much.  I love the flexibility it gives me - I can shoot any time within the next thirty days.  I can work with that kind of deadline!  But I also love that it has forced me to capture not only the more perfect moments, but the ones that I would more than likely

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I cannot say there are many memorable visits to Starbucks lodged into my brain.  Don't misunderstand - I am a big Starbucks fan -- the coffee, the atmosphere, the solace that usually comes with a visit in my case.  But a visit to Starbucks is a visit to Starbucks.  They all run together just like my days in the land of stay-at-home-mommy-ton (Was that this morning that I took my medicine, or was

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There are people who start off a new year by doing a Project 365.  A photo a day for an entire year.  I would LOVE to do this.... but seeing as I've never made it past day 14 of any other project I've taken on, I have a feeling it would be destined to fail.  And I hate failing.  So I haven't ever done this. Then there are people who do a Project 52.  A photo once a week for the entire year.

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There weren’t photos hanging in the house I grew up in.  Not really.  Only when I was in high school, Dad bought 3 collage frames from Walmart and had me fill them with snapshots from the one box of photos we owned; the one that contained all images from my birth to that day.  I remember that I made each frame themed for each kid in the family.  I honestly cannot recall where in our house they

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People often call me creative, but they are very wrong.  I am not creative.  But I can copy and tweak like nobody's business!!  I suppose that is where the engineering part of me comes into play.  Generating that initial idea will keep me paralyzed.  But if someone else can just get me started, I can take the idea and run... making it better than it already was, or I can just copy it as is.  That

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This Christmas season has just flown me by!!!  I had so much I intended to do and it just hasn't gotten done!  I cannot believe that Christmas is seven days away today!  But Jolly, our Elf on the Shelf, has had a blast at our house this year.  Little Buddy is newly 5 and the Little Lady is 3 and a half.  They will remember to find him sometime after they've been awake an hour or two... no rush.  

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(if you read this, and you liked it, please click the facebook 'like' at the bottom of the post, so I know you did!) Dude!!!  I almost forgot to post this time!  I knew I'd planned to work on processing the images this weekend that I shot on December 3rd... but I spent the afternoon otherwise and here it was 1015pm and I was about to head upstairs to read when I realized, YIKES, my post should

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Today's picture the holidays prompt was You Hold the Key.  A special remedy that gives us the perspective we deeply need.   To take a moment to remind ourselves of our soul cure, so we can remember it at a crazy moment during our holiday season. What is my key? It is writing.  I have an ever so slight love affair with words.  Words mean everything to me.  I take words to heart.  I read things

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Today's Picture the Holidays prompt was All You Need is Love.  We were supposed to focus on love.  Feel It.  Be It. Capture It. Share It.  Look for hearts all around and incorporate them if we could and wanted. Since I mainly work at capturing natural moments, these more scripted things are becoming a little challenging for me to execute according to my internal creative standards.  I admit -

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Picture the Holidays prompt number two was the Reframe the Season.  A reminder to slow down during all the busyness and chaos and reframe our perspective of this Christmas season. I chose to use Santa in my reframing image. I do plan to blog in more depth about our family's decision to 'do' Santa, as Christians.  But for now, know that we use Santa to point toward Jesus, rather than detract

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I am embarking onto another creative adventure for the Christmas Season called "Picture the Holidays".  Paper Coterie is sponsoring this project by Tracey Clark.  I have so enjoyed other projects of this sort and I am excited to capture the magic of our Christmas with young children this year in this way. Today is day one of the project and the prompt is Holding onto Gratitude.  Starting off the

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Jolly arrived to our home the Christmas of 2009.  I actually purchased him right after Christmas of 2008.  I couldn't find one locally before Christmas day, and then I had to wait a whole YEAR for the tradition to begin!  (I don't wait well).  Hardly anyone knew about Elf on the Shelf way back then.  But when Little Buddy was finally introduced to our Elf on the Shelf tradition, his newly 3 year

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Life is on such warp speed that I'd pretty much decided to forego a family Christmas card this year.  Which isn't very ME at all... I'm all for collage spreads, and considered just using images that I loved from throughout the year... but seriously, I'm so buried in stuff I needed to get done, oh, seven months ago, I was just going to let it go... But on Sunday, Shawn informed me that it was

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[I have hesitated to hit publish on the post.  I'm still not sure if it is the right thing to do.]  I don't remember exactly when I started going to her to cut my hair.  But I've threatened her if she ever considers moving away, because she cuts my hair better than anyone ever, ever, ever has.  Apparently I have difficult-to-cut-well hair; she told me so.  I just seriously love what she does.  

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It's time for another 10 on 10 post.  You know what this little creativity project has shown me?  It has given me some taste of just how fast time truly is flying.  Perspective.  This is the fourth time and it really feels like I just posted last month's 10 on 10 just the other day.  I know, I know.  I sound like a broken record.  But seriously.  time time time.  Where is all the time going? I

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We all get the same 24 hours. And yet.   I hear so very often moms confessing that they wonder how on earth another mom does it.  Gets it all done.  So many amazing things.  With so many little feet around.  Where do they find the TIME? Time.  I find it is life's most precious commodity.  For everything that is important to us -- it simply takes TIME. And yet. We all get the same 24 hours.

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Before he was even born, Shawn insisted that we needed a real yard for Little Buddy to play and be a boy in.  I thought he was ridiculous.  It would be a long, long time before he'd really need a yard.  (I loved that house.  no rush to leave it).  So while pregnant, we searched and searched for a house to buy with all our requirements AND a yard, all to no avail.  When Little Buddy was two months

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Soooooooooo,  I have a teeeeensy tiny problem.  I haven't really worked through my family photos in, oh, a year.  Yeah... a year.  Now, I've taken them.  Taken LOTS of them.  And I've posted some to facebook here and there.... but as I was looking back through the folders for something, I kept coming across images that I simply didn't even remember!  Normally I work through them month by month...

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Yes, that is me. Utterly. Wholly. Fully. Exasperated. exasperate [v. ig-zas-puh-reyt]: to irritate or provoke to a high degree; annoy extremely. I don't feel that the official defintion really captures all the meaning I'm placing behind the use of that word. (Words are powerful. At least, I feel they are). What I mean by 'exasperated' is that I'm at the end of my rope. At my wits end

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I am quite positive that something supernatural happens when you have a child.  You see, my husband and I have spent the last few months watching LOST on Netflix... we never watched it while it aired.  That can be blamed on having a child as well.  : )  All that to say, the concept of time has been quite on my mind lately. Older people would always say how fast time was flying.  How much we'd

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"The happiest moments my heart knows are those in which it is pouring forth its affections to a few esteemed characters."  Thomas Jefferson I am an introvert.  I wear that badge proudly.  And yet.   I am created by my Creator, by design, to long for companionship.  relationship.  connection.  community. So while I am refueled and refreshed by finding time to be alone, where I can think, write,

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She never ceases to surprise me. Ever. When we returned from our trip to Topsail Island, NC in early June, I had a revelation that we were in a sweet, sweet spot with Little Lady. She was obeying wonderfully. She'd turned just plain sweet. We liked her. We'd waited three years for this. We could finally genuinely LIKE our daughter. I don't know when that changed, but we're back to the

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Didn't quite make it out for sunrise any time during our trip... I wanted to, but sleep won out.  The Little Lady wasn't interested, but we took Little Buddy out to look for creatures and shells.   LB is majorly fascinated with animals lately and we had no shortage this trip of finding awesome things to observe.  This is probably my favorite time of day to shoot, with the beautiful reflections in

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This was our one evening out while we visited the beach.  Since we chose to go to the beach twice this summer, we kept activities and dining out to a minimum.  But this was the evening of our meal at the Roast Fish and Cornbread restaurant.  As we were pulling back into our complex, I realized the sun was just setting and the light was gorgeous.  The kids were already dressed nicely.  We grabbed

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Tuesday of our weeklong trip to Hilton Head was incredibly crazy windy, due to the storms out in the Atlantic.  But it was also an incredibly gorgeous day!  The clouds were just unreal.  This was the day I shot this image. Here you can see what remained of Fort Pace.   And I love how neither of her feet at touching the ground in the second image. Did you notice how there are no other people on

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There were several tropical storms going on out in the Atlantic when we first arrived in Hilton Head.  So on Sunday, with questionable clouds and lots of wind, I decided to keep the camera inside and just be a mommy and enjoy myself on the beach.  So, somehow, there are no pictures from day two, Sunday. Monday was day 3.  The storms had blown on by the South Carolina area by now and left

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I didn't grow up going to the beach.  My grandparents took us several times when we were little, but shhh! Don't tell them.  I don't remember any of those visits!!!  Not a one!  I know my family took one beach trip when we were little... I don't remember the beach from that trip.  All I do remember is stopping in Rocky Mount on the way home to visit my great grandparents and using clorox on the

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We were so fortunate to be able to make two separate trips to the beach this summer.  I don't think I've blogged about it at all yet, unfortunately, so the early June trip to Topsail Island, North Carolina will have to come later.  But last week we spent in Hilton Head, South Carolina.  My wonderful, gracious friend Traci Todd let me borrow her 14-24 f2.8 lens to play with, so I was able to

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In case you forgot what my 10 on 10 project is .... Nine other photographers and myself have joined together and agreed to post 10 images over 10 hours of our day on the 10th day of each month.  Those are the only rules.   Here was last month's post. For this month, I chose a special day in our family - August 17, 2011:  the first day that both of my children were in preschool.  Little Buddy is

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Friends of ours that are more like family had a brand new baby on Monday, August 22.  I do love that miracle of new life.  I keep searching for the perfect words to describe the feeling inside me and always come out at a loss.  'Miraculous' sounds so cliche and overused, but that's the only thing I can come up with.  With new life like this, how can anyone deny the existence of an amazing,

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We've entered many phases of interest throughout Little Buddy's four and a half years.  We are currently in the super concentrated insect phase.  I really cannot express fully in words how excited and proud I am of the little guy because he loves to learn just as much as his daddy and I do. He's been catching various insects (crickets, grasshoppers, moths, rolly pollys, caterpillars, and a

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At the beginning of the summer, I made a list of all the fun things we needed to do.  Suddenly, last week I realized that we had yet to make it to our Splash Pad.  I think the Splash Pad here is so cool, and I still can't believe it is completely free.  But the last two summers, neither of my kids have cared one bit for it.  The Little Lady spent the entire time begging to go onto the playground

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After Nathan was born, I always had this nagging back of my mind feeling that something was wrong with him.  Health wise, bad wrong.  And I just kept waiting for that shoe to drop.  When he was two and we were having less than solid poop issues.... I thought we had entered that arena.  But we hadn't.  It was just toddler chronic non specific diarrhea, and easily, easily solved by ensuring he had

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One thousand four hundred eighty.  That's how many photos are in my July 2011 folder.  You read that correctly, 1480. Documenting the real life, real essence, real personality of my children's childhoods is incredibly important (and incredibly enjoyable) to me.  I simply cannot pull my camera out and take a couple shots. I just can't.  Every time I pull it out, hundreds of clicks pass through

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For many families, a meal without bread is just insanity.  We never had bread with meals growing up.  Only when we went to visit grandparents (and man, I STILL have dreams about Grandma E's fried cornbread.  Shew, was that good).  Just like we never, ever had desserts unless visiting elsewhere.  So including a bread for each meal time is something I have to think about.  It doesn't come naturally

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The first restaurant Shawn took me to was the Olive Garden.  We were in high school.  We hardly ever went to restaurants when I was growing up and I didn't feel very comfortable in what I then deemed to be a very fancy restaurant.  I had a hard time letting someone else pay for my meal like that.  Things have changed a lot in the years since then. But my favorite meal that I enjoyed at the Olive

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Back in February, I got one of those "Prince of Nigeria" emails.  You know the ones.  Some royal dude from somewhere far, far away is writing you, special you, and needs your help with his millions.  I used to be very trusting and gullible.  I am terrified of i d e n t i t y t h e f t.  I am terrified of getting conned.  And so I have turned cynical, wary, and skeptical.  So that email, back in

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I found this quote before Nathan turned one.  I loved it.  It couldn't be a more perfect summation of what 'boy' is. "A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket." - Alan Marshall Beck I actually added it to the first picture of Nathan that I was proud of and used it for Nathan's

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Shawn and his sister, Monica, grew up in Saluda, NC.  Monica is now an Administrative Assistant for the City Clerk of Saluda and works in City Hall.  One of her responsibilities is coordination of the town's annual festival, Coon Dog Day.  The festival includes a certified 5K run, the Coon Dog Day 5K, and this year was the first year that the city itself executed the race.  Monica asked if I'd

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I am fairly certain it was Nancy who first gave me the idea of using my remote to take pictures of ME with the kids.  Over the last year and a half, I've done this several times and have a small collection of these little treasures.  Like I said in my post "I can't afford that", I'm not a spectator.  I'm in the game, and I want some proof of that for THEM.  So thanks, Nancy!!! Monday morning we

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I always got nervous butterflies in my stomach right before a new school year started.  That wonderful anticipation of what the next scholastic adventure held.  Which teachers, which classes, which friends, what chair in band...  I loved school fervently.  That particular year the anxiety was even stronger than usual because not only was it a new school year, but a new school altogether:  the

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Spanki Mills wrote a blog post on her blog that went viral on facebook in the photographer world.  How her words ring true!  Read it here.   She and her husband are the parents of four little blessings.  Her husband recently remarked to her how priceless of a treasure an image that hangs large on their walls is.  It shows the four kids, holding hands and walking.  It holds little tiny pieces of a

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Something my dad and I did have in common was food.  We both loved food.  (My dad passed away in 2001).  Although I sure wish I'd inherited his lack of desire for sweets.  Dearly.  Me and sugar?  yeah, we're tight.  Real tight. I don't have the slightest idea how our love of all things food happened.  I don't remember being shown food in an interesting way.  Told of its wonders.  Admired all the

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I spent most weekends as a child at my grandparents place, out "in the country".  I remember plenty of times when the guns were all brought out and the boys shot at various targets.  I am sure I was given the opportunity to try.  And I am sure I was not very good at it.  Otherwise I would have pursued it, I imagine.  But like all other things with an athletic/skill nature, I wasn't talented that

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[I've wrestled with whether to post this here or not.  It is purely personal.  I hope that you will still enjoy reading it and be inspired in the same way as I was.] The question "what exactly does romance you?" has been on my mind for quite a while.  It's been something he didn't know.  And neither did I.  He's asked me to genuinely consider it.  To help him understand.  To help him know what

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I owe a lot to the internet.  Although I've always been artistic, and always been interested in photography, it was really through the wonder of the internet that I have learned what I know.  It has been a tremendous blessing to me because I've been able to use it to learn as I could, as I was able, as time allowed, being the mother of two young children. And yet. The more I have learned...

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Day 14 for the Joy of Love workshop was their wedding band. This June will be our ten year marriage anniversary.  We dated for five years before that.  We've been together more than half our lives.  Man, does that really make me FEEL old. Funny how tastes change over time, though, isn't it?  I still love his ring.  I love the two tones.  I love the hammered finish on the white gold.  But he

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Day 13 for the Joy of Love workshop was routines.  Capturing the routines of our family. I've got to admit... this was the FIRST thing to pop into my mind.  Our daily battle of WHO GETS TO SIT IN THE WHITE CHAIR.  It's so consistently part of our day that it is most certainly classified a routine. Oh my word.  Never in a million years would I have ever imagined we'd be fighting this battle.  

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Day 12 for the Joy of Love was their eyes. Oh how I adore their eyes.  Did you know that green-gray and brown make Blue??? beautiful beautiful deep blue?  Well, they do! Frequently people comment on my children's eyes.  In certain light, their eyes literally seem to pop.  It is a personal challenge to try to capture their EYES, because neither one of them wants to look me in the camera-eye any

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Day 10 for the Joy of Love mini class was Where They Are Comfortable.  Easy!  The playroom! We are so very fortunate the have a home with the space to dedicate an entire room to be their playroom. And it's big.  Plenty of room for plenty of toys and space to play.  This room has morphed and changed over the last four years.  It's amazing for me to think about all the different iterations of it.

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Day 09. Passions and hobbies. It is to you I owe the fact that I got off track and allowed myself to get behind. Very behind. I am nothing if not predictable. : ) Miss one day and it all falls apart.  I need structure and routine like a dog needs a companion.  Shew.   But that's me.  Take it or leave it. I knew immediately what I wanted to capture here.  Shawn's passion AND hobby of

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He grew up in "the meadow".  A large, open, rolling field full of waist high grass, wildflowers, and plenty of critters I'm sure I don't want to think about.  His Granny's house was right next door, affording all the luxuries of a good grandma.  Before dinner ice cream snacks and Little Debbie oatmeal cream pies, as well as built in babysitting that allowed the watching of movies that the mom did

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Day 09 for the Joy of Love mini-course was Gift from the Heart -- what they have said, done, promised, given. Oh, how many things I could have shot for this!!!  But in the end, I decided to go with my crown necklace. Shortly after we were married, I read "Wild At Heart" by John Eldredge.  I felt like I was reading the manual to my husband.  It explained so very much about the masculine outlook

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Day 7's prompt was generations.  Oddly enough, we were visiting my inlaws when I got the assignment. Unfortunately, I stink at posing people.  Stink Stink Stink.  Not to mention that my kids perform oh so well on command for photos.  So these pictures make me roll my eyes, because they couldn't be more artistically boring.  But they do capture the generations... I took the top left image on

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We got Gizmo just a few months after we married.  Shawn could not STAND not having a dog.  He begged daily until I caved.  We had to go with something small that could handle apartment living, so we went with a Shih Tzu.  We were in a new place, as newlyweds, who didn't know many people.  We trained Gizmo well.  Very well.  He was our baby for five years.  He was a great dog. Then we had kids.

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I have a gem of a husband.  I really do.  But there are a few things about him that drive me up the wall.  They are little.  Inconsequential.  But I've found that little things some times annoy me more than great big things. My husband doesn't care if the house is clean... as in sanitized.  He doesn't care if I clean the bathrooms.  Windex the windows.  Or mop the floors.  But he does like for

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Day 04 for the Joy of Love course is What They Wear. More appropriately at my house it would be what they do NOT wear.... but since these images are going public, I couldn't go that route.... Neither of my children have cared much about their clothes, ever.  We've never had an argument over "I don't want to wear that!" knock on wood.  However, the last 3 or 4 times Nathan has found the next

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Day 03 for the Joy of Love course was Then and Now. I felt a little uninspired of how to do then and now... I wanted to do Shawn for this, since we have been together since high school... but on workdays, he leaves before the sun comes up and returns only after the sun is down.  Makes natural light photography just a teensy bit difficult... Then I remembered how it was right at Nathan's first

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Day 02 for the Joy of Love course is How They Look. Something we've been doing around here lately is making different faces.  Make a happy face.  Make an angry face.  Make a sad face.  Cora doesn't really get it, though she happily participates, but Nathan has been having a blast.  Though, honestly, most of his 'on purpose' faces look pretty much identical. In fact, last week I told Cora she

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Last summer I started Willette Design's Finding the Joy online class/workshop... I loved it so much, but some other obligations required me to put it aside at the time... and surprise of surprises, I didn't get back to it.  I kind of intend to again this summer!  That's the tentative plan anyway. She offered a Christmas Joy class, but I knew better than to sign up for that... Life was crazy

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I believe it was around 2005 when Shawn and I worked with the youth at our church.  We did a bible study that fall semester on sexual integrity, a subject I'm very passionate about.  Ashley was one of the girls in the youth that year. Suddenly last fall, she contacted me and asked if I could take some graduation pictures for her and work on a graduation announcement.  Graduation from COLLEGE.

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Last October, I went on my first little photography retreat.  It was a most wonderful and very educational experience for me.  My friend Nancy had a family session scheduled with some old friends, and let me tag along.  It was quite a different experience to shoot people I'd never met before!!!  But this family with three little boys was lots of fun.  The older boys were posers.  : )  Always a

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I've been told many times by many different people that I do a great job documenting my kids lives. I recently had a little revelation about it. My style is lifestyle - capturing the moment, the emotion, the connection. Posing is the antithesis of me, and sucks the creativity and artistry right out of my photography. The more I sought learning about photography and the more my "photography

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When I was growing up, I had a "cool aunt". At the time, she didn't have any kids. She took us cool places and spent time with us, making us feel like the most awesome kids in the whole world. And she bought the coolest presents! It's kind of funny that one of the biggest memories of my childhood Christmastime, now as an adult, was wondering what awesome thing Aunt Vicki was going to find for

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I wait all year long for this. Autumn. Oh, how I adore it. I love the temperature. I love the light. I love the COLOR. (who is surprised by that!!??) Fall is most certainly my favorite season. And with fall comes the acorns. By the bucket load. We've been collecting the 'squirrel food' as Cora calls it. I'm not quite sure what we'll do with our collection just yet. But it will be

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My two are a handful. Okay, okay. Cora is a handful. Nathan was 'high needs' when he was a baby. But once Cora came along, he promptly took his rightful place as pleaser compliant first child. It's really quite ironic to think about. I remember walking the 'loop' in our old house with Nathan as a baby. Singing. Bouncing. Swaying. ANYTHING to keep this child from SCREAMING. Restaurants?

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I am a perfectionist. A strong one. It very often paralyzes me. I am not at a point where I'm fully pleased with my photography work. I don't know that I ever will be... But despite that, it is quite a high compliment and boost when someone likes what you do enough that they ask you to come back, a second time, and forever preserve special memories for their family. Last summer when I first

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Once upon a time there was an extraordinary set of foster parents. They were working on finalizing the adoption of their oldest son. They found out about a pregnancy and offered to adopt that baby. Shortly before son #2 was born and they got him, they discovered that they themselves were pregnant. Daughter and son #2 are only a few months apart! Then shortly after daughter was born, they

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I'm behind on blogging. Big time. I just can not find time to do everything I need to do. I keep reminding myself that it will be so very different in three years when they are both in school all day long. Right? Then I'll have time to do everything, right?This little man had his half birthday. I had a wonderful time. Now that I'm out of the baby-baby phase, I can really appreciate just

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I just love Kelly Willette from Willette Designs. She has challenged me personally on many different things. And I love how she occasionally inspires us with simple 'capture this' challenges. The latest one is to capture our loved one's eyes. Would you know it? I have loved ones AND they have remarkable eyes...Only problem is... NEITHER ONE OF THEM WANTS TO LET ME TAKE A PICTURE OF THEM ANY

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Almost exactly one year ago, my inlaws celebrated 25 years of marriage. Circumstances were such that they didn't have a formal wedding, much less like what weddings have become today! They did have a small reception and had a cake. To my knowledge, she has just one snapshot from that event in which they are cutting the cake. So, when 25 years came around, they decided to do a vow renewal

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June is a crazy month for us. There is our anniversary. Then my birthday. Then Shawn's birthday. Then Father's Day (which is sometimes ON Shawn's birthday). Then Cora's birthday. Craziness. And Poor Nathan! With all this birthday talk, he just KEEPS asking about HIS birthday. Is it my birthday? what happens after my birthday? Is Daddy going to share his cake? Is Cora going to share

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life took over and I never managed to get these posted before we left for vacation. Rebekah sent me two sets of tutus and wings to photograph, and this was the second set. Although I liked the pink and blue set the best on Cora in person, I liked these Woodland Fairy images the best! That lens just got some amazing sun flare! I hope I can figure out how to create that beautiful colorful light

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They are 20 months apart. Nathan was really still a baby when Cora was born. It was hard. Being diagnosed with hypothyroidism four months later only made it harder. I'm very thankful that both the thyroid issues and the baby land is past us now. But the last few weeks have made every ounce of all that struggle worth it. WE are LOVING seeing them interact. How they play. How they LOVE each

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I spent a significant part of my childhood with my grandparents. Those memories are special, and were critical to making me who I am today. I am so very thankful for these wonderful grandparents for my own children. I don't remember my grandparents taking me to the beach when we were little guys like my kids are now. But I know they did. And I've seen the pictures. It was neat beyond

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Let's face it. There just isn't a lot of proof that I was actually present in my children's lives... though I spend nearly 98% of my living hours in their vicinity. I wouldn't really say it's anyone's fault. I do love to take the pictures. I do hate to have my own picture taken. And frankly, a lot of times, I'd rather take the pictures than participate in the activity. *GASP*. I don't love

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I am in LOVE with several of these images. Shawn and I have been officially together since 1996! That's 14 years! Almost half our lives!!! I can't imagine it having gone any other way. I am blessed beyond imagination in him. Daily. Way back then though, I'm sure his future daddy qualities weren't forefront in my mind. I can say being the strange person that I am, I'm sure I thought about

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I have a dream photography workshop that I'd like to do... but finding the funds for that just yet is somewhat out of reach, not to mention when exactly would I find the time to do such a thing right now in this phase of tiny little ones!!!??? In the meantime, the Finding the Joy workshop came onto the scene. I got the early bird pricing, which made it something more in the realm of

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Two new tutu sets arrived in February from my favorite Etsy seller. I received them in exchange for some amazing product images for her Etsy site, and I've been SOOOO excited to shoot Cora in them. They are just gorgeous. The craftsmanship is spectacular, which the images really don't show unfortunately. We waited and waited and waited for it to get warm enough for us to venture outside to take

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I already posted Susanna's newborn images quite a while ago. But well before that, I visited the lovely family for my first experience with documenting maternity. I was very excited, because mommy-to-be is just an infectious and beautiful person, and I hoped to get some amazing artistic shots. I was soooo ready to experiment, play, and be challenged. When I arrived for the shoot, however,

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-17328159707572473132010-05-02T12:57:00.000-04:002010-05-02T12:57:39.768-04:00

This will be short and sweet.  This family has meant so very much to me since I met them in.... well, I don't even know if it was 2002?  2003?  It's been a long time.  She has always been there for me, right in the moments of sheer desperation, knowing exactly what to say and how to say it.  Being able to bring about conviction in my heart while still encouraging me and helping me see that there

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Oh my, how we have been enjoying the emergence of Spring! One of the reasons we bought our house was for the amazing yard that it has.  Large, semi-flat, playable yards are hard to come by in our area, and this yard is awesome.  We have tons of trees, too, which provide some fabulous shade (and fabulously lower temperatures in those horribly humid hot summer days).  (though we do 'pay' for it

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-3674800598528255592010-04-06T09:41:00.002-04:002011-09-28T11:55:01.432-04:00

I did a family session for my brother's family back in November.  Time management has never been something I would say I had a handle on, but it most certainly isn't now that I'm in the land of full time mommydom.  I've got my hand in way too many pots and I get distracted way too easily!  I immediately finished a handful of images (remember??) for them to use on their Christmas card (I'll post

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-55395484508826202422010-04-02T13:46:00.003-04:002011-11-28T11:09:31.370-05:00

I don't think I've ever met a child that makes me think 'little woodland sprite' more than this one!  She's so dainty, delicate, and tiny.  Remember Katelyn from here?  Yep, that's her now, almost a year later.  Personally, I think she should be required by law to donate some of her hair to Cora... don't you agree???   The link from her before pictures??? She was 19 months!!!  Do you SEE how much

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Months ago my mom sent these sweaters from a Canadian company called Snug As A Bug.  And I instantly knew they'd make fabulous photos!  So I have waited and waited for it to be warm enough outside to go out without extra layers.  (I didn't want them to wear them earlier and mess them up, which is an absolute certainly with these kids!)  Last week it finally was! I didn't have my brain turned on

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-43090676394745061372010-03-07T09:19:00.001-05:002010-03-07T09:20:27.572-05:00

We never ever asked Nathan to smile for pictures. We interacted with him to get real, genuine smiles. And man, did he have great ones!  It was always funny when someone else was taking a photo and told him to say "cheese" -- he had no idea what they were talking about!  He has been the most wonderful subject for me to practice my photography with all this time.  Until... The last few months, he

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Every year around this time my husband starts to loose it.  I'm not a doctor and I don't want to play one on tv, but I really, truly, deep down inside think he suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder.  The fact that it has snowed like mad this year and he's been under incredible work stress since November certainly hasn't helped.  In the 10 seconds we have here and there to actually converse

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-31650804247241264972010-02-20T22:07:00.001-05:002011-04-01T22:08:56.150-04:00

The mom here is one of the most infectiously happy people you'll ever meet.  Back in December, I took maternity photos of her.... but I haven't gotten to processing them yet (so sorry you guys!  it's coming!).  Then at the end of January, I got to capture the wonderful newness of this little life.  I asked their preference -- maternity images first, or little miss first?  Little miss won! I

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-37336255190831989892010-02-13T14:38:00.000-05:002010-02-13T14:38:18.776-05:00

We made marshmallow valentine treats Friday morning.  Cora did so well all week with all our crafting, but she was a booger and a half for these!  She. Would. Not. Stop. Going. For. The. Sprinkles.  Whew! Although I got a mighty opportunity to practice my patience skills, we had a good time making these.  Nathan enjoyed it thoroughly and couldn't wait to show Daddy.  We haven't done many things

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I am positively grateful that right now, I get to experience love as both a decision and a feeling. I love them so very much. You and me, happy as can be Flying through the park on our bikes  On a Sunday afternoon  You and me, rolling on the floor Practicing your somersaults, cartwheels,  Your donkey kicks and more…  How did you grow so big overnight How did you get so smart and bright 

Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07256834628040097454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254611384937768765.post-80776232613378779162010-02-04T14:37:00.000-05:002010-02-04T14:37:16.219-05:00

My mom gave me a white frame recently that she thought I could use for Cora's room.  I knew just what I would do with it. We are so in love with the fairy images that I took of Cora before it got cold.  So I finally sat down last weekend and designed a collage print for that frame.  It arrived yesterday!!!  I was SO excited.  As cool as I thought it was on the computer screen, it was even

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May 31, 2009.  I think my sister wins the longest wait for her photos award!  8 months?  Not too bad, eh?  Let's just say time management isn't my strong suit. But she's been such a nice waiting trooper. This day they got all dolled up to go to the Barter for a play, so we took advantage and had a little session. I suppose this whole thing was abounding in 'trooper-ness'.  We all discovered

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