My deep appreciation for photography began when our oldest daughter was born over 7 years ago. I watched with awe and amazement as she grew; the subtle and unnoticeable shifts that somehow turned the baby who would sleep curled up on my chest into a toothy toddler eager to explore everything around her. Since those days, I've taken thousands of images of my children, and sadly many of them have grown dusty in stored away digital folders on my computer. With a renewed hope to better document my own family I have decided to embark on the simple challenge of sharing more of my personal images and the stories behind them here in this space. And so without much further explanation, here I will begin.

This past week Jon came down with the flu. Somehow the rest of the family managed to escape its grip, but our poor boy was laid up for a week with a low-grade fever and lots of time in bed. One of the small comforts he found was in taking warm bubble baths in the big bathtub while playing with his collection of tiny dinosaurs.

We’ve all experienced those moments. The ones where things seem to slow down, we see a bit clearer and just want to make time stop – to linger in the present experience, to make an imprint of it on our mind so that we will always remember, not just our perceptions of it, but the gut feeling of it. Usually, it’s the people in our lives that are the catalyst for these profound moments. The love of a spouse, a child, parent or friend – we want to hold on to the moment, because we really want to hold on to them. At least that’s how I feel about it most of the time. As a mother to 3 small children I often feel bombarded by how quickly things change – and it’s not infrequent that I use cliché’s like ‘in the blink of an eye’, or ‘it feels like just yesterday.’ And such is the ache of life. It’s overwhelming beauty and it’s undeniable fragility. And so, I take pictures.

I take pictures to remember.

On my bookshelf amongst the clutter of novels and memoirs are several old family pictures - my dad in his 20's (a photo taken by his sister and talented photographer), and my parents on their wedding day. One of my most treasured is an old image of my grandparents. My grandmother who I never met and the grandfather who, hardened by World War II, was always quiet and unemotional. In this image they are young and carefree. My grandmother laughs as she drapes her arm on his while he pulls back a toy slingshot. Images like these have the miraculous ability of connection – introducing us to loved ones passed, or showing us a different side of someone we’d never known before And so with the weight of the knowledge that one day it will be photos such as these that will introduce me to my great-great grandchildren, I take pictures.

I take pictures to preserve.

Photography is not just my job, it is a passion that ignites me toward awareness and creativity. It is with a hope to preserve and remember that I make images for others. Over the years, I have been privileged to witness teary-eyed couples make their vows, and then years later beaming as they hold their newborn. It has been my honor to photograph babies from the time they were in their mother’s womb to their birthday, to when they became big brothers and sisters. I’ve documented moments of deep beauty in times of great joy and celebration, and I’ve also been there to document the simplicity of the everyday – which, really, is just as profound. I’ve seen couples at the beginning of their lives together and watched kids grow up from behind my lens. And through all of these moments I’ve been witness to and honored to capture, I see over and over again that, really, love is what our stories are all about. And so, I take pictures.

I take pictures to tell the story of love.

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Bucks County Family Photographer