I grew up very aware of where I came from and the story of the survival of my great-grandparents, Morris & Molly Singer (above), and the stories of those who unfortunately perished at the hands of evil. It feels like there was never a time in my
Let her eat cake!
Ave, Mel, & Stella. I’m sitting on a trove of photos from winter family sessions and along with that has come the inevitable posting paralysis so Instagram has seen none of it. Some very exciting things happening in the next week(s) inclu
A very sweet - and somewhat sleepy - newborn session.
If I could offer one piece of advice for family sessions, it would be to let go of *most* of your expectations, let your kids do their thing and let the session unfold around that. I know it’s SO hard. From one mom to the next, sometimes all yo
A perfect, cozy, at home, winter session. Posted two months later because what else is new.
One day they’re 15 and you’re lucky enough to be given the immense privilege and responsibility of guiding them through one of the foundational summers of their youth, and then you blink and they went from friends to soulmates and you&rsq
Brittany. On the day of the biggest snow storm, wedding season 2025 began. And I couldn’t have asked for a better couple, two better families, or a better group of friends to kick off what is shaping up to be an incredible year of weddings.
Winter always makes me anxious in this business. At least at this point in my career. It’s cold, it’s grey, and the days and weeks and months seem to drag on and people tend to wait for the warmer weather to book their photoshoots. But on
I can guarantee you’ve never met a happier, more smiley baby than Calli. And that’s coming from a mom with her own really happy baby.
Mama’s love.
Mine, on medium format. Winter in Muskoka, 2024. Developed and scanned by @c41filmlabs