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I didn’t know Black Point Marina existed until Kathy and Adrian suggested it for their engagement session. I remember driving for miles until it felt like I was going to drive right into the ocean. I pulled into the parking lot, looked around at the amazing light and knew I was in for a treat. I love this session not for the location or how great Kathy and Adrian look on film, but because we talked the whole time getting to know each other as we discovered this gem of a place. Those are my favorite type of sessions…good conversation, a couple in love and lots of laughter.

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Currently Listening to: My Wrecking Ball by Ryan Adams

Geeky Camera Stuff: Kodak Portra 400 + 800 | Pentax 645 + 67ii | Developed & Scanned by The FIND Lab

Love, e

A few months ago I had the honor of contributing to The Chorus, a project created by the incandescent Amy Grace. I jump at any chance I get to write and want to share more of it here.

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It’s all in their hands. The one whose caresses I’ve felt when my skin glowed with youthful promise and as my hips stretched with the weight of our unborn son. Those hands that I hope will trace the years on my face, lines traveling through the joys and sorrows of a life well lived. It’s in the growing hand wrapped around my finger squeezing helplessly just a few hours in this world and now leading me to the places he wants to go. Those hands that discover and grow. Those hands that made me a mom.

It’s in hands long gone, those of my grandmother wrinkled and beautiful whose thumbs traced circles on my wrist when she held them. It’s in hands still here oozing with my mother’s strength. A strength I’ve relied on all my life. In my dad’s hands callused with work and sprinkled with saw dust. It’s in the hands of my sister that have held mine for as long as I can remember.

My silver lining is in these hands that have held me from my birth to the birth of the only legacy worth leaving behind. They are lined with hope and promise, connected by love.

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Currently Listening to: All Eyes On You by St. Lucia

Love, e