Every newborn photo shoot is different– some babies love to curl in a basket, others need to be held, some are restless, while others can’t be woken. And there’s always a moment that I fear “I’m not going to figure it out this time!” before we settle into an easy flow.
Baby Jude was hungry. As a result we had time to photograph his delighted and delightful siblings. Aren’t they gorgeous?
love. sweet love.
Sometimes it seems like she stepped out of a different era– a softer, sweeter more innocent time. At ten, Zoey has no interest in tween trends, she loves her dolls, her old-fashioned stories, tea parties and gorgeous white dresses with blue satin sashes.
Adored by all who know her, Zoe delights us with her slight British accent and absolute lack of guile. She begged her mother for this dress, reasoning that it would be the perfect Easter/recital/farewell gown. I agree (but I always agree with buying extravagant dresses).
For more generations than I know, my mother’s family carried a tradition of naming daughters, Zoe, Ruth, Zoe, Ruth…
she wears her name perfectly.
Near the end of our photoshoot, Angie paused to calm her newborn babe and turned on one of her family videos for Mary and I to watch.
Scene after scene of her family laughing and playing together flashed on the screen, but music had replaced the words and conversation.
“Do you film with the sound off?” I asked.
“Oh always,” Angie replies, “everyone is much more at ease when they know their voice isn’t being recorded. We say such silly things, don’t we? But you can see that we love each other.”