My Gorgeous young boys playing in a field in San Bernardino
Sharing my boys with you is a great pleasure. In my work I have over shot them. I pestered them and followed them around and now they hate the camera. So I capture them once or twice a year now. My son- my teenage son, was the most difficult this time.
Here is a peek into my world. And I was so happy to bring my big girl camera! My images of them will mostly be printed in black and white- as all this gorgeous green will not look great in my home. So most will be shown in the black and white I plan to hang.
This image was actually the last shot of the session.
Not Technically sound... But the best before they took off. As a mommy it will do- as a photographer I would be a little nervous if this was the best shot I got for a client. But photographer child syndrome is a real thing!
Caden
Yes my son sports a mullet. I let my kids express themselves- This is an expression. I love it and see a sweet outgoing and confident young man- my baby
my 13 year old looking all grown
Can my oldest stop my heart some more? I not only feel overwhelming pride when I look at this image- but sadness. He has grown up and I blinked. I wish I had more images of him. I wish I had tortured him more. I wish I could keep him in my arms forever.
My identical twin boys- Caden left and Corben right. I secretly hated it when they wanted different haircuts. However, the ease of telling them apart now makes me look like a rockstar mom.
Corben
His- yeah I think so face.
Be Still My Baby Boy.
Tickling my son
My kids being kids- and dinosaurs. Maybe more inosaurs
They were Ary men
I think I am being hunted
Dinosaurs were hunting me
The day this comes up on his wedding day. The day his first girlfriend sees it on the wall. The moment frozen- my baby trex.
Oh- beautiful boy. Just stay. Stay little. Stay innocent. Stay with me. Just stay...
As they ran and payed I was both present and documenter. I was mom and photographer. I have all these memories and they are are full of colors, and laughters, smells and am so happy to have these images. They, and more, will be printed and hang in my home. In my room in my halls. So that my memories of my sew bunch of children can stay fresh and vivid. Because I don't want my memories to turn into whispers.
My whisper of a memory of boys running through long grass and a warm winter day in Southern California.
By the way this one will be printed for my room.