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I am so happy to announce I have a new location!  For the past two years I have taken clients on Bainbridge Island, I have mostly shot at the beach. I love the beach for the open space and the pretty colors.

However, I am proud to announce I now have an alternative location to the beach: Rustica Island Farm and Market here on Bainbridge Island! The 25 acre farm is complete with an orchard, flowers, rolling hills, huge trees and even some very cute donkeys! There is also a market with wonderful antiques and fresh produce. You can find them here: Website or Facebook Page

Please feel free to contact me HERE if you would like to book a session at this new location. If you are looking for Christmas card photos, I am offering Mini Sessions through the fall at $175 each family for 10 images (2 family minimum, 3 family maximum). So find out if any friends of family would like to team up with you on your picture day so you can take advantage of the mini session price!

I took my girls to the farm for a “test session” and we had so much fun!

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I’m really excited and honored to be part of this blog circle.
On the 20th of each month I will be part of a circle of fellow mothers and photographers in a blog post entitled ‘LETTERS TO OUR CHILDREN’.
From here just visit the blog of Jaime Coyle Photography and keep following the circle round back to me.

Dear Elle,

When you were first born, you had jet black hair and cheeks so big they looked odd on a newborn. The instant they placed you on my chest, my heart grew three sizes. I had never experienced such an instant and all encompassing love. As the light through the hospital window grew pink and faded and my eyes grew heavy, I placed you in the bassinet next to my bed. I lay my head back on the pillow. I listed to the beeps and murmurs of the machines. I listened to my own breathing. And then I listened for your breathing. I did not hear it.

At that moment, a heavy weight gathered around my shoulders. It was a cape of fear. I reached my hand into your bassinet and placed it on your chest, relived to feel the tiny rise and fall. Those are the two ways motherhood has changed me the most; a new heart so full, brimming with over flowing love and the heavy cape of fear I must wear every day for the rest of my life. I will always love you more than all the stars in the sky just as I will always lie awake at night sending silent wishes into the universe that no harm, sadness or pain ever reaches you, even though I know it will.  Being a mother is as hard as it is beautiful. I love you, bug.

 

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I’m really excited and honored to be part of this blog circle.
On the 20th of each month I will be part of a circle of fellow mothers and photographers in a blog post entitled ‘LETTERS TO OUR CHILDREN’.
From here just visit the blog of Alison Bents Photography and keep following the circle round back to me.

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In the morning, I am usually woken up by the sound of quiet knocking and an even quieter voice, calling “Elle? Elle!” It is Brynn and she is up for the day and as a result everyone else must be up for the day. Elle opens her door, they share a giggle.

They run down the hallway to my room where I am pretending to still be asleep. They poke me. I roll over to see their big eyes and fuzzy hair filled with morning sun from the windows. They scamper off to the living room. I stare at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself for the day. When you have two girls who are 3 and 4, once your feet hit floor your day moves forward and does not stop until bedtime stories are read, heads are kissed and doors are closed. I plan it out.

I lay there thinking and listening to them giggle, whine and fight until the one with the littlest belly comes in and tugs my arm for me to start breakfast. I pull on my sweatshirt and follow her, hand in hand to the kitchen. I pass books on the floor, couch cushions already becoming a castle and hazardous, wheeled toys.

I sometimes wonder how my mornings will change in 20 years, when they are both gone. I will still wake up slowly, as that is my way. I will roll over and stare at the ceiling and I will think of them. What are they up to today? How did they sleep? Are they happy? I will pull on my sweatshirt and walk down the hall. It is clean and neat, the couch is put together. There is a heavy silence that clings to all parts of the house. I will pass the kitchen reach the first bedroom, a room that was once filled with a thousand stuffed animals, a spindle bed and magical blonde baby girl, who was my first.

I will walk on to the next bedroom, the walls, maybe still painted a cool mint color are covered in photos of the past. A vintage baby doll bed sits in the corner. I will lean my head against the door and close my eyes, remembering the sounds that once lived here. The high pitched laugh of a 2 year old. The hum of the nighttime sound machine. They will never live here again. And I know each morning, my heart will break, just a little.

So for now, I will face my days with gratitude as I know time, that has become nothing more than a speeding train since I became a mother, will take us all too quickly to the days of heavy quiet.

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  • I love reading your posts…this really hit home with me. One day all the craziness in the mornings will be gone so I need to really take them in and enjoy them while they last.ReplyCancel

  • Ah, such sisterly love in the images! Your letter is so sweet and really sums up the expression, “the days are long, but the years are short.”ReplyCancel

  • Oh, your words hit me directly in my heart. I swear I sobbed reading it. Beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Loved reading your post and the images are wonderful. I love seeing the interaction between the two of them.ReplyCancel