Saturday, June 30, 2007

Cowboy Up!

Have I ever mentioned how much I love taking photos at the rodeo? LOVE IT!

Thursday, June 28, 2007


A photo of Parker! He's such a busy boy...I hardly ever get a chance to photograph him anymore. He's on a rep soccer team this year, and is pretty excited about it!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

A new toy...

I finally got the lens I've been dreaming about for over a year! Yesterday, the wonderful UPS lady showed up with my 70-200 2.8 IS Canon Lens. I think I'm in's a couple of my first shots with it - it's nice and sharp...yay!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007


This is Keaton, and his best buddy Corb. The unique thing about Keaton & Corbin being such good friends, is that his mom has been one of my best friends for close to 27 years (OMG - are we really that old?). How fun, to watch our boys form the type of friendship we share...


well, being as Griffin has been the feature of my blog lately, I thought it should be someone else's turn! Here's Keaton, at a very unique angle...


Sunday, June 24, 2007

Awards Night...

Awards night at Griffin's school...anyone who knows Griff (umm - Shannon!) knows how appropriate it is that he got the "Amazing Vocabulary Award"...for excellence in demonstrating an understanding of a vast vocabulary and using it in his daily communication...

So sweet!


The Fish Whisperer...

My friend Jenny has a stunning yard - with the most amazing fishpond! The kids can handfeed cheerios to the fish...and actually pet them. Griff & I had fun hanging out in their yard last friday.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Precious & New...

Had fun with this beautiful little newborn & her parents this weekend. What a lucky little baby - so totally treasured by her mommy & daddy. Happy first Father's Day Shane...

Thursday, June 14, 2007

wow - this is powerful...

Subject: Wisdom great essay...

by Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author

All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves.
Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past. Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now.
Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education, all grown obsolete.
Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr.
Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants:
average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China.
Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine.
He can walk, too.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too.
Believe me, mistake were made. They have all been enshrined in the, "Remember-When-Mom-Did Hall of Fame." The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language,mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, "What did you get wrong?". (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away withoutpicking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night.
I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.

Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007


Griff met this little cutie at the Farmer's Market last week. It had recently been attacked by a dog, so the owners were keeping it close by. Griff was disappointed that he didn't get to feed it it's bottle (so was I - would've made a great photo!)

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Time flies...

wow - I can't believe how quickly June is flying by. Had an eleven hour field trip today with Griffin's class - yes, that's right - eleven hours! At least we didn't get snowed on, which was in the forecast! Had lots of fun, and Brian came too, which was nice for Griffin (& me!).

Here's a few shots from the day...

Saturday, June 9, 2007

daisy, daisy give me your answer do!

So - not only am I not a macro photographer, but I'm also not a gardener (at all!) - so, it was a treat for me that this photo from MY garden actually turned out kind of pretty!

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

He Makes Me Proud...

Parker ran the 1000M in the District Track & Field Meet yesterday...he was home sick the day before, and we'd decided it would be best to let the alternate run the race. I was surprised when Brian phoned to tell me Parker was running, and I rushed down to watch. They had to place in their school first, in order to race against the other schools. Of the final thirteen, Parker came in last - that's the part that made me proud - he had a smile on his face, and was totally happy with his accomplishment! I must be doing something right

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

A day in the life...

Parker is unable to remain serious long enough for me to get a cool photo at a funky new wall I spotted in town - but he made me laugh too!

Keaton makes his first batch of "from scratch" chocolate chip cookies...(they were awesome!)

Griffin tries hard to figure out why his kite won't fly...

Saturday, June 2, 2007


This is the beautiful little baby who's birth I was honoured to photograph last week. Here he is at six days old - absolutely perfect in every way. Ivan & Heleen, thank's so much for letting me be part of such a miraculous event!