Occupy.

Occupy.

Still I pass by without noticing the intricacies of its worn out existence.

Warm weather welcomes the wince of the weaned worn from a weary winter.

Peering under the bridge hoping to catch sight of the moving freights carrying cargo to and fro.

So far behind on these 3-6-5 posts it’s almost laughable. A collage of mounted prints waiting on their frame.

The lowly cinder block. Essentially the heart of many a building, the structural DNA if you will. Often times coupled with a plank, creating a bachelor’s first piece of furniture.

The transformation from barren, brown, and boring begins as blossoms abound and bloom.

Lined up and lying down.

The luck of the Irish is certainly with this cute St. Patty’s day girl. It’s hard to believe she’s already one. We’ve had the wonderful pleasure of watching her grow as well as her entire family. It seemed only yesterday we were shooting Kristin and Dan’s wedding, then Harper’s big sister Addison, and now Harper. Time flies and families grow and we have the awesome job of documenting it all.














This is how Harper gives kisses – hilarious!
The twisted way it walks. Back turned toward the sun, head cocked. Left leg with a slight limp forcing a shuffle, drag, shuffle, drag sort of step.
