Friday, July 17, 2015

Class of 2015: Sophie {Denver Senior Portrait Photographer}

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.  ~Coco Chanel

That quote embodies this session from the other day.  From the start, this sweet girl knew exactly where she wanted at least some of her photographs done.  She knew she'd be herself down by the water, in the tall grasses, and climbing on the rocks.  (Though there will be a follow up session in a different location too!!)  She was simply herself...and that, more than anything, let her beauty shine!

Meet Sophie...an amazing member of the Class of 2016!














{Though she opted for her white shirt for most of the session, she popped on that red tank at the end and we got a handful of playful images in the process!}



It was a pleasure to photograph you Sophie!  Can't wait to do it again!!

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Families Who Play: The H Family {Denver Family Photographer}

In our world today, families come in all shapes and sizes and where they get their connections and origins may not be "traditional" but they sure are beautiful!  Plus, while biology may tell us our history..love, commitment, and playfulness move us into the future together.  This sweet family is anything but "traditional" but their love for each other is BIG!  Here's the family tree...A single mama (the super hero of the bunch!) with her teenage son. She has chosen to step in and parent a little one who found himself without a mama who could take care of him. And she is an amazing aunt to her teenage niece (you know the aunt that the teenager listens to when they don't listen to parents!?!?)  We had a blast all together the other day!  Check it out....





















Thanks for letting me play with you, H Family!!  It was an honor!!


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Lumped {a breathe post}



He stood in front of me, half naked, blue jeans and a belt his only visible articles of clothing.  "My name is Tarzan," he stated.  "Or at least that's what they call me on the street."  He opened his arms wide, presenting his unshirted, long haired self while his eyebrows raised playfully, as if saying "see why?"  He did look like a modern day Tarzan! He grinned, showing a smile with missing teeth.  He was covered in tattoos, all of them with a Native American theme.

So I asked.  Each line of ink that painted his body told a story of connection to the Native American culture.  His lips elaborated on the images.  Born half Native American, he was adopted by a white family when he was three.  Then he got quiet and a huge gap in his story fell silent into an abyss with the grimace on his face.  He simply stood before me now - a man decorated with a history, but with no home.

I explained I was there as a photographer trying to tell a bit of the story of the incredibly diverse Uptown neighborhood of Denver.  The diversity includes a huge spectrum - beautiful housing and folks sleeping in doorways, those dressed in rags and those in business suits, a huge high rise financial center and the benches out front of it providing seating for the homeless, Tarzan being one of them.

I asked Tarzan if I could take his picture.  He said yes and posed for me like he ruled the jungle!  A funny thing happened next.  He thanked me for taking his picture.  Then he asked me, as part of my storytelling, to tell people that not everyone who is homeless is a drug addict.

His comment struck me and sent my brain searching for a memory from three months previous.  I was in the back of a charter bus in Palestine, heading toward Jerusalem.  Beside me sat two beautiful women - both Palestinian - fellow humans on the bus and guests at a luncheon we were headed to.  I asked them also, about the items they carried.  This time it was not ink on their skin, but ink on pieces of paper.  A story spilled out.  These lines of ink spelled out a rare permission of movement for them. They held in their hands travel papers. Though only a few short miles from Jerusalem, they were rarely allowed to travel there, and when they were, they usually had to endure long hours and dehumanizing treatment at checkpoints.  Their lives limited in movement by an occupying army.  I asked to take a picture, to which they too said yes...and asked me, as part of my storytelling to send a message.  Tell people that not everyone who is Palestinian is a terrorist.

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There it was again.  A protest against a thick, heavy, invisible formula.  Against a sinister systematic categorization.  Each of these humans was part of a group who gets lumped.  Lumped altogether with labels - usually derogatory - inflicted by other humans.  Lumped into a nameless, personless, featureless group whose only defining qualities are repulsive, and therefore justifiably appropriate to be dismissed and avoided.  And each of these individuals let out a desperate cry against the faceless process of lumping.  They said yes...take my picture.  See me!  They said yes...here is my story written in ink.  Hear me!  They said yes...I have a message for those who would lump me.  Just listen to me!

My heart is saddened.  We live in a world that lumps.  Our political candidates lump; our leaders lump; nations lump other nations.  We lump based on the pigment of our skin or the size of our bodies or by the homes we live in.  Even as I have compassion on the people in these "lumpy" stories, I know my propensity to lump others into boxes to avoid them or feel superior to them.  We are full of this lumping and the practice runs like wildfire among us...and it's killing us.

Oh, may we be willing to admit how "lumpy" we've become and choose to see detailed faces emerge from the lumped masses.  May we ask them to tell us a story and may listening to those stories begin to extinguish our deeply ingrained lumping processes.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Marry Me: Kyla and Philip {Denver Wedding Photographer}

They traveled to Colorado for the beauty of the surroundings...and brought a handful of people with them.  Their commitment to each other is not new - ten years and a sweet little girl later (the flower girl) - but the freshness of their profession of love for one another at this ceremony was.  The mountains encircled this couple as they exchanged vows and said out loud to one other and their guests what they have already been living.  It was small, but oh so sweet, and I was glad to be invited!



































{Below...while kissing her hand is romantic, we agreed that, at the end of the day, if you can give one another a fist bump and laugh, you are doing good!!}







Congratulations, Kyla and Philip (and little Miss H)!!  I wish you all the best in all the years to come!!