checking in.

Local legend Mr. Bob Dylan once said, “I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.”

I recently came across this photo I took at a wedding last fall of the flower girl, simply frolicing amongst the tall, crisp blades of grass and hay bails, all by her lonesome. However, lonesome she was not in the least. At what age do we stop being comfortable with this stillness of being alone? Where is the turning point that took us to our chaos-stricken suits we currently don, from that unabashed and relentless little one we used to be; running barefoot away from adults with little to no avail? All our lives we wanted to be the adults, because they had the power to have the last say in any and all matters. Yet that’s who we steered clear from the most.

Bills will be there. Gas tanks will get filled. Emails will eventually be answered. Why not take a few moments to run aimlessly through your back alley for a while? You are the adult afterall, who gets to make those decisions.

the glow.

Ina May Gaskin has said it best.
” Remember this, for it is as true and true gets: Your body is not a lemon. You are not a machine. The Creator is not a careless mechanic. Human female bodies have the same potential to give birth well as aardvarks, lions, rhinoceri, elephants, moose, and water buffalo. Even if it has not been your habit throughout your life so far, I recommend that you learn to think positively about your body.

[stay tuned for more from this cozy session at this gorgeous mama's home. ]

birth, beauty, bliss + boys.

Strong. Empowering. Sacred. Organic. Emotional.
These are only a few adjectives that barely scratch the surface when trying to encompass the absolutely raw beauty in this incredible moment.
I had never met this incredible mama before, but was put in contact with her from my dear friend Sarah.From the moment I spoke with Angela on the phone, and realized all of our unique similarities, I knew that this birth was something I would be more than honored to be a part of. It’s always been something that has fascinated me, and the birth world is ever-changing, evolving, and its’ mind is truly become a parachute. Angela knew exactly what she wanted and her partner, Rob, wanted their birth to look like. They would defy any odds and listen to their intuitions.
I got the text from my friend and Angela’s doula, Nicole, at 6:30am, after being updated throughout the night that it was on the horizon, and it simply said “it’s go time”. Making it there with a small window of time to spare, I walked into a space of sheer enlightment. A strong mama, a rock of a partner, and a birthing team that I’m most certain could run this country if they wished to. At 7:15am on the nose, Mr. Everett Graham came swimming into this world, as soft, wholesome, untainted and perfect as we all knew he would be. Not a dry eye in the house, the room became enveloped in a delicious mix of both ecstasy and utter calm. This thing, this whole process that women have been doing for centuries apon centuries, just was witnessed before our eyes. A female is incredible in that she simply knows just what to do, whether realizing it or not. Angela’s instincts came barreling in against all odds, and she was taken over by her hellbent, altruistic, and nurturing antics. The result? A beautiful, cozy, peaceful, and elated atmosphere and birthing experience, and one extremely content family.

Thank you again, Angela and Rob, for allowing me this wonderful opportunity to be a part of your lives.

john and meredyth: northern nuptials

I met this gorgeous, natural red head two years ago while doing prenatal yoga teacher training. We quickly became friends, and as equally quick I became in awe by this quadruple threat: massage therapist, doula, yoga teacher, and classically trained dancer and instructor. (Also known as a true giver.) It’s no doubt she fell for John, equally as generous and benevolent as his bride. Set up on a blind date, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, the two had an undeniable connection long-awaited, and became instant confidants. And as they say about the rest. . .immediate history.

We began the wedding day by a hike along the mountainous landscapes up the north shore in Lutsen, Minnesota. A spot very special to both John and Meredyth as individuals growing up and as a couple, it was only appropriate we pay homage to their beloved outdoors. Being the beginning of February, we all had anticipated a snow-shoe escapade, but instead were greeted with sunshine on our face and mother nature peeking at 45 degrees. It painted the whole weekend to be just as light-hearted, carefree and appreciative as the two souls saying ‘I do’.
Aside from the relaxed ambiance overall, and the couple of course, I think my favorite part of this wedding was in the details. Nothing overshadowed the reason we were all there in the first place, but instead only enhanced the theme of the whole day: love, friendship, deep-rooted family, nostalgia, and honor. Every piece of dishware was antique china passed down from great-grandparents. Every accessory of the bride’s had a greater story of an ancestor as the next one. A desert table that would make any francophile giddy as it was inspired by Woody Allen’s “Midnight in Paris”. And the foregoing of a DJ at the reception, instead to have wildly talented friends (and nieces!) bring their own instruments to fill the air with midwestern, bluegrass tunes.

thank you both again, for allowing all of us this beautiful opportunity to head north on hit hwy 61, and feel quite content to never look back.

sneak peek: everett graham

A couple weeks ago I had the honor and privilege of photographing a birth; something I have always wanted to do. But this birth was far from the one’s you see in unrealistic and predictable rom-coms. This cozy homebirth was one for the ages, and would leave any soul feeling empowered and in awe of human nature.

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