Noah Turns One :: The Rushing Family

It's happening.
While sparse, fall leaves can be found now sprinkling the expanse of Patterson Park.
Morning walks with the puppies are brisk and require a jacket or light sweater. 
The days are shorter.
The sun less mighty. 

Fall is starting here in Baltimore (well, all over the rest of the country too). As the last days of summer were hanging on, there was a bit of a collective sadness in my city. A kind of mourning for the loss of what was a pretty spectacularly mild and perfect season. But it took just one cool day to shake us out of our would-be misery and fill our hearts with warmth for all the things yet to come. After all, isn't fall full of things like cable knit sweaters, colorful scarves, and pumpkin spice everything (and, if we're lucky, An Orioles-packed World Series)?

So here is fall. Two days in. And what a way to welcome it! 
I met some of my favorite clients in Patterson Park early Sunday morning to commemorate Noah's first birthday. What a treat it's been to watch him grow this past year - and I look forward to capturing many birthdays in the future. 

Happy birthday, Noah. 
And happy Autumn, Baltimore. 


Shot in Patterson Park near Pagoda Hill; Baltimore, MD





Springtime in the Garden State :: The Castellanos

For those who know me best, it's no secret that I'm a Jersey girl, born and raised. And for all the dicey things people have to say about the Garden State, there's an entire portion that most people never know about the place I call home sweet home! 

I love going back and driving aimlessly across the back roads and farm lands of Hunterdon and Warren Counties. Windows down, sun roof open, playlist blaring... the memories of growing up in this little secret pocket of the U.S. flood back to me and make me smile. 

My husband, of course, does not share this view of New Jersey. The fact that you cannot pump your own gas and can very seldom make left-hand turns is enough to overshadow the rolling hills, open farmland, and shaded back roads lined with 200-year old cottages and homes alongside bubbling brooks.

Eh - to each their own, I suppose! 

I returned for a brief visit to New Jersey this past weekend to catch up with my wonderful mother (whom I lovingly call Babs) since I wouldn't be able to see her on Mother's Day. Visits home usually incorporate impromptu photo shoots, and this visit was no different. 

A dear friend who has been  a huge part of my family's life for... well, as long as I can remember (and probably more than she'd care to admit) now has a little family all her own and I jumped at the opportunity to photograph her two gorgeous little ones, Julian and Adeline. 

Kristin was a childhood playmate - getting in trouble with us nearly as often as she got us in trouble. We were the rebel rousers as kids - the ones that everyone in the neighborhood didn't want their kids to play with. Kristin's mom was a brave one and let her enjoy journeys into the woods for turtle hunting, slightly off-road bike rides, and backyard slumber parties on our giant trampoline. So to see her now wrangling her own set of delightful adventurers was such an incredible pleasure for me, and kind of brought things full circle. 

Growing up in New Jersey is certainly an adventure all its own, but one thing is certain: it turns out some pretty awesome individuals (if I do say so myself). 

Thanks Kristin for allowing me the privilege to capture these moments in your children's lives. I hope it's a tradition that can continue long into the future! 

Photos were captured at the Raritan Inn on Route 513 in Califon, with permission from the Inn Keepers; and Voorhees State Park on Route 513 in High Bridge. 


the johnson family

I have 9 (NINE) nieces and nephews. Yeah - I guess for some that's not a lot. I come from a large family though and it just keeps growing larger. I love it. I embrace the chaos.

Strangely, however, I've seldom done family portraits for any of my sibling's families. Not because I haven't' offered - but when we're all scattered across the east coast, it can be difficult sometimes to find the time for it. So I'm always so pleased when all the stars align, and we're all able to take some time out to get together and do some photos.

Two weekends ago, that happened. West Virginia came and descended on Baltimore, and we took to the park (bundled against the freezing cold) and Aunt Monkey (yep, that's me) did what I do best: I made my munchkinheads smile from ear to ear.

This is Cheech, Midge, Monkey Too, and Elias (we're still working on a nickname for the little guy). And I'm so glad to call them my family.