Maternity Boudoir Session

There is no other feeling in the world than being pregnant. Nothing compares to it. Especially when it’s your first child, you embrace all the changes your body goes through … the good and the not so good! Feeling beautiful is pretty easy to feel. Ok, maybe not so much with the swollen feet and gas! lol But it’s so important to not forget that you ARE beautiful. You are glowing. Glowing with the emence love you have for the baby you are soon to meet. Don’t forget how this time felt. Don’t forget how incredibly beautiful you looked. Soon, your role with change. Priorities will change. Life will change, and all for the better. Nothing is more important than documenting and preserving these memories with photographs. A boudoir maternity session, isn’t just about lingerie, and a sexy pose. It’s about beauty. Your beauty. 

Kristina and I planned her maternity boudoir session together. She felt so beautiful, and wanted to gift these images. A soon to be daddy on Father’s Day. We were on the exact same page when it came to wardrobe and styling. She had booked two sessions in fact. Her first session was elegant, and all about her and her beautiful belly, with wardrobe pieces that are available at my studio. The second was suppose to happen today. A golden hour outdoor session with her and her man. But …. their new little boy was just so anxious to meet them, that he arrived early. Really early! So just remember to take lots of photos of your growing belly. Book a professional photography session so you can have these memories forever. Hang them on the wall. But most importantly, never ever forget the beauty in you. Congrats to this stunning momma. 
























Country Pickup Boudoir Sessions

I held my very first outdoor boudoir sessions recently and was both excited and scared. Always scared that it will be a flop. (Creatives mind. Sometimes the most crtical and synical mind to have! lol) But … so gratefully I welcomed 11 boudie girls to my outdoor studio. A place that I love. Bustling leaves from the wind, crickets, the sound the wind makes through the long grass, wildflowers, and the most peaceful vibe. I swear I’m a hippie at heart ,) But it’s true. The best vibes.

I’m not sure if it was the freedom of the outdoors, but these boudie girls came with an attitude like no other. And seriously, what is more sexy than owning it. Believing in you. Self negative talk left in the car. No outside stimuli to bring on your self doubt. Just plain old feeling fan-fuck’n-tabulous. Many were ‘repeat offenders’ … second time in front of my camera as a boudie girl ,) Some because the outdoors is what representated them the best. And some because they stepped, no leaped, out of their comfort zone to do something they never thought they would do. For whatever reason. But each of them loved, LOVED their session. And I absolutely loved shooting them.

It’s hard to explain, but I never plan my shoots. Well, I plan location and set design, but stop at the point of how each shot should be laid out and how they will ultimately look. That is up to my boudie girl. And our connection. And there’s always a connection. And that is what makes me love shooting boudior. What images will be made because of our connection? See, kinda sounds like hippie talk right? Like I said, it’s hard to explain. lol

But of course, as a professional wanting to give my girls beautiful images, my muse was back in front of my camera. Testing light, angles and locations. Making sure I had everything covered for my clients. And having tons of fun doing it! I adore her. Lurrve her. And love our time together and what we create. So teasers are out and I’m in editing lockdown. I promise more shares to come … but for now, this is how the Country Pickup Boudoir Sessions went down ,) 














































I've got a fire in my belly

This burn that started as an ulcer/nervoustummy/IBS/glutenintolerate pain, has now turned into a passionate desire to succeed. Not like money rich kind of success (though I’m hopeful that’s part of my story) but the kind of success that I can finally feel I’m worthy of. Sounds like a pity party right? Not really. Well, kinda. But life, as we all know it has many things we can’t avoid. Like bills. Mortgages. Responsibilities. And working for THE MAN gets you a steady stream of assurance to keep you afloat. Or comfortable. That regular weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly security that keeps you where you are. If we are lucky we do what we love every single day. We get up and want to go to work. Doing what we love.


And then sometimes, life trips you up off your heels. In my case, 4 inch heels ,) 


I have always worked for THE MAN. I loved it. I was lucky that I got up and went in and did what I loved with a pretty great bunch of people. Some are still my crazy ass friends. My first two jobs had the potential to make me a lifer! 12 and 9 years. That’s alot of time.


Then, I tripped. And found myself not loving what I was doing every day.


This was about the same time that I picked up my camera again. I mean, really picked it up. I couldn’t wait for golden hour shoots, and hotel rooms with gorgeous women ,) I would stay up late into the night editing and creating shoot ideas. I would wake up, go to work (all the while thinking of my camera and what I wanted to create), and then come home and do what I really loved. Every night. And many Saturdays and Sundays.  


So here I am now. No MAN to work for. Did I make a few bad choices? Wrong decisions? Or is this part of my story? I could have a pity party and tell myself that I’m not worthy of doing what I love for a living. That I need to find more work for THE MAN. Or, I could do what I love. Every. Single. Day. And … SUCCEED! When someone asks what I do for a living (because face it, I still have bills, mortgages and responsiblities) I can say ‘I’m a photographer’. I create beautiful images. Prints. Tangible photographs, in this digital world. And, damn it, I’m pretty good at it! I think it’s my time to believe that. Really really believe that this is what I should be doing. 


So, fuck the haters. I repeat, fuck the haters. The people that don’t want to see you succeed. The ones who can make you feel not so good about your abilities. Or don’t think what you are doing is a good thing. A moral thing. (referring of course, to the hotel rooms with beautiful women lol) Those folks who have a way of keeping you down low enough to believe you are only worthy of working for THE MAN


Maybe this is my story. Maybe, just maybe … I’m suppose to work for THE WOMAN. This woman! Maybe this is the chapter of my story that leads to my happy ending. Because hells ya! my story will have a happy ending!


So I’m going to give it my all. All of my time. FULL TIME. Not just my free time, my after 5pm time or weekend time. Because really, right now, no one else but ME owns my time. Man it feels good to actually verbalize this. I have the support I need from family and friends and the BEST clients I could ever ask for, which is going to make this next chapter in my life a BLAST! I am facing all my fears HEAD ON! I have such an awesome plan in the works. I can’t wait to unravel it! I’m excited. I’m scared. SCARED TO DEATH. Shitting in my pants. But I can see it! And soon … everyone will see it!


This is going to be the best, and sacriest, and hardest ride of my life and I want to thank you for being part of my story, so far. Even if we have never worked together, and you are just someone who enjoys my photographs. Or if you are someone who doesn’t enjoy my photographs (haters, I be talking to you!) I thank you. Because here I am right now! And I got one hell of a fire in my belly that is pushing me to do THIS. Every. Single. Day. 


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