Korri | 8 days new

Korri came to the studio when she was 8 days old. She barely woke up at all during our session!

This image is in the running for my absolute favorite shot ever. I love how curly and snuggly Korri is.



Korri’s nursery color is mint. I found this throw the day before her session and had to have it!! She looked so great on it!



You couldn’t even tell that Andrea, Korri’s mom, had given birth 8 days before this photo. She was beautiful. The bond between mothers and their babies still amaze me…even at 8 days you can see it there.



Are you kidding me!? LOVE this image!!! They’re both so smitten with her.


Beckett | 6 days new

Sweet, little Beckett and his parents came all the way from Kentucky for his session a few weeks ago! He was such a trooper! I had so many favorites from this session, it was hard for me to narrow it down to these few. DSC_7907resize



There is something about this black & white image that I’m in love with — but I can’t quite put my finger on what, exactly, it is. I don’t know if it’s the angle that I shot it, or the light. I love the texture of the wood and the texture of the blanket. And I’m absolutely in love with the tiny, white dots on Beckett’s nose. And that new, flaky skin on his fingers. His little lashes and that milk blister on his lip. THIS is what I wish I had to look back on to remember my own babies. And that is why I’m so adamant on leaving as much of the newborns’ characteristics as possible visible in my images. These little things are what every parent wants to remember….so why edit them out of images?



Gah. That smile.

I die.




Favorite toe shot. EVER.


Karen Lawson - March 21, 2014 - 11:33 pm

Great job on Beckett McIntosh pics

Sweet Lola

It’s pretty obvious that I’m a little behind on blogging. Ok, a lot behind. Like, months behind.

I kinda realized this the other day when I saw a picture of Lola on my Instagram feed and she had just been to her six month check-up.

Six months.

Now I really suck.

It’s always a double edged sword with me — watching these babies that I photograph grow. On one hand it’s so awesome to actually watch them grow…to see them reach each milestone. Sitting up, crawling, walking, blowing out their candles on their 5th birthday cake. But then it’s sad at the same time. The time just seems to go so fast.

I had the unforgettable experience of photographing Lola’s birth. And then a few short days later, she was in my studio for her newborn session. And she was absolutely perfect.


The same, but different

July 25th came and went. But not unnoticed. Twenty years of missing someone makes it difficult to not remember. Twenty years of  “I wonder what she..” and “I wish she could…” and twenty years of  “She would love…”.

Just more of the same really.

I see my four beautiful children and wish with every fiber of my being that my mom could see each one of them. And after 15 years, this isn’t really anything new either. My mom would love Taylor’s heart and her people-pleasing desire. She’d help hone in Taylor’s artistic ability. She’d be the loudest, most embarrassing whistler at every sporting event, and would watch even if it meant she had to stand in pain. She would encourage Bryce’s closet-love of musical instruments and would give him countless stories that attests to the don’t-underestimate-me-being-small world they both lived. Brenden and Taylor would get the best relationship and life advice. And Harley would be her side kick, no doubt, and would already know how to play the guitar.

My Gosh she would love them.

And then my thoughts shift to myself and what I’ve done with the last 20 years of my life. Twenty years. Two decades. Nearly 2/3 of my life I’ve lived without her. Without her advice. Without her encouragement. Without her support. I graduated high school and put myself through college as a single parent of 2 little girls. I followed my dreams and built my career based on my passion. I’ve created a home that my four kids love to be in along with their hordes of friends. I am married to my soulmate whom I found down the darkest road I traveled.

Life without her has been hard. Time and time again I’ve struggled with the void in my life, and in my soul, where she would be. As lucky as I am to have great women fill the role of my mom, the emptiness remains pulling inside my heart.

It’s difficult not to think about how different my life would be if she were still here. I would have gone off to college and chased my dream in the arts before becoming a mother. I would have sought (and listened to) her amazing advice on relationships which would have never led me down the dark path that I chose. I would have lived more freely and traveled the world with her. The person I would have become would not be the same person I am today.

Just more of the same, really.

And like a road map, these thoughts always lead me home. To here. Right here, right now. Today. And while I may not be teaching third grade, she would be so proud of my career and what I have built with my own blood, sweat and tears. Oh my gosh, so proud!! And without walking down those dark alleys of relationships, I wouldn’t have these beautiful children that she would marvel over. And without those same relationships I wouldn’t be the supportive and loving wife that I am today. And like the sunrays falling on my face, she would be beaming with pride.

And somewhere in my thoughts of today, it became different this year.

I was Taylor.

It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year. I had no driver’s license. I was a year into a serious high-school romance. I had no children or even a real job….although I did love being a lifeguard. I had no concept of this world and had little understanding of independence. I didn’t know how to balance a checkbook or even get grass stains out of jeans.

So many times over the last few weeks I’ve caught myself staring at Taylor….struggling with thinking about me at that age and what I was going through as a motherless daughter. I was so lost and felt so alone. I had no idea what I was suppose to do because there was no one there to tell me to do it. My life had a violent shove into the Real World and I literally grew up overnight. I learned by trial and error how to correctly do the laundry, how to manage my time, and what (and who) I was responsible for.

I look at Taylor and wonder, have I done my job as a mom of trying to prepare her for this world? If, heaven forbid, I am gone, will she be ok? Am I doing a good job of  readying her to be an adult?  I mean, she knows how to get grass stains out of jeans.  But what about her independence? Is she strong enough? Tough enough? Does she know me, I mean, really KNOW me…not as her mother, but as a strong, independent, compassionate woman? Does she know my life story and how I got here?

And this is where I find myself in unfamiliar territory. Up until this point, I had someone to compare myself to as a mother. I could look at her as if she were a mirror — a place I could go to get a benchmark of my progress as a mother. I could always answer the question “how did my mom do it with me?” But now….now that mirror is gone. There are no more comparisons…no one to stack myself up against, no benchmark. I will teach my children to drive my own way. I will help them learn the ways of the adult world by my own experiences and advice. And while my way of getting grass stains out of jeans may not have been my mother’s way, my kids will still be armed with the tools.

And even though I will have my own way of teaching, of parenting, I will still be influenced by her…the way I always have. I will continue carrying her legacy of being an open-minded, fun-loving, connected mother. And while I may still be a motherless daughter with nothing tangible to compare myself to, I still have a vision of what I imagine her to be. Even to this day.

The same mom, but different.



Ashley - August 30, 2013 - 6:33 pm

Probably the most beautiful blog I have ever read hon. Brought a tear to my eye. You are so brave and strong becoming the amazing person you are today after losing your mom so many years ago. It is already 1 year since I lost mom, gone so quickly in one way yet feels like a lifetime ago since I touched her and spoke to her. But like you I know she is watching and I hope I make her proud. We can only hope we are as amazing moms as they were to us hon and that our babies (they will always be babies!!) think as much of us at our age as we do of our moms. Then, and only then, will we know we did a good job! Xxxxx

Katie - August 30, 2013 - 8:55 pm

Wow … Wow! This is the only word going through my head right now!
You are one of the most amazing people I have ever been blessed by knowing.
Thank you for sharing your heart with so much grace!


Megan Slayton - August 30, 2013 - 10:51 pm

Beautiful,….I read this with ears streaming down my face to the point where Brian asks, “What’s wrong? are you ok?” I say yes and explain with a smile this whole scenario of how this hits home but only losing my mom 18 months ago. I have my favorite pic of she, my grandma and me framed front and center at our house all thanks to you. I love this blog….thank you for sharing this piece of reality.

Jenny - August 30, 2013 - 10:59 pm

this made me cry. Beautifully written

Linda Anderson - August 31, 2013 - 2:28 pm

tears……….that’s all I have to say. xo

Merinda - September 11, 2013 - 5:53 pm

I have so much respect for you..<3

PS- You need to write a book…i might actually take some time to read. :)


She came into the world when she was ready.

It just happened to be six weeks early.

And from the time she made her way into this big world, she’s been a strong little soul. She’ll get anywhere and everywhere in life with determination like that.

And I can’t wait to see her do it.

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