Robin Williams

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While I prefer to think of all the great things a person did with their life and not their actual death, recording events is part of what I do. It's also part of how I deal with emotions, sad and happy. So, today I took an early lunch break and went down to the Boston Common to photograph the outpouring of Boston love and appreciation for the brilliant Robin Williams.  

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Hunter's Back!

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Somehow I managed to not share this session I had with Matt, Julia and Hunter back before the holidays, but I did. So now, I am sharing it, because Hunter is cute and that is all. I was happy to hear from Julia again after I'd photographed them right after Hunter's birth just a short while ago, and it's always fun to see how little ones have grown.

When I first walked in, I admired Hunter's hair, which sprouted straight up from his sweet head, "We can't control it" Julia said with a bit of pride and a sparkle in her eye.

Emily & Jay {Boston wedding photographer, wedding photography}

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Emily's mom Pat got a hold over me over the summer asking me if I'd be free to photograph her daughter's "non-wedding" in December. She conveyed to me at the time that Emily and her fiance Jay were headed to Kenya for work and when they are back for Christmas, they would like to get married at Cambridge City Hall and follow that with a small luncheon. Something different? I'm in!

I loved everything about Emily and Jay's day (and hopefully they did too!). They wore bright colors and had an easy nature about them. Cambridge City Hall is a beautiful building and the two were real troopers in the cold air afterwards during their portrait session.

The luncheon which followed at Upstairs on the Square* suited them with it's simultaneous vibrancy, whimsy and class.

* I'd link it but it's closing for good in a few days.

And the Most Coordinated Goes To...

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As you can see from THIS SHOOT and THIS SHOOT, Sandi always coordinates her family in a great colorful way. No one's ever too matchy matchy, never appears to try too hard, and the color always pops. This year was no different! Need help getting your family dressed for your session? She's the one to consult!

Day in the City

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*** This blog entry is a little different than usual. Yesterday, I went into Boston to see my city and how it has been effected in the aftermath of the Patriot's Day bombing.The following is my take on the day, as well as some of the images I shot.

On Tuesday I felt like a failure for not photographing BU students in their dorms and apartments glued to their TVs, watching events unfold after the Boston marathon bombings on Patriot's Day. Granted, this was something that would have taken place on Monday when they were in lock-down, and to be kinder to myself, travelling into and around campus would not have been very easy. But when I woke Saturday morning to find images on the university's website from Friday night's  celebrating, I literally cried a bit. Just a little. It wasn't a lot. I swear.

I felt defeated. And the worst part was I had defeated myself with stupidity by considering going in after Suspect #2 was captured and the lock-down was lifted but second-guessing myself.

I went to the gym hoping that some physical exertion would help my mood. I was on the elliptical about six minutes before I accepted that the gym was not where I needed to be, got off the machine of torture, went home, showered and hauled it into the city to see what's what.  I knew there was a slim chance of much going on. The city would surely be back to normal by now and people would be getting on with things; going shopping on Newbury Street, attending this afternoon's Red Sox game.

I still had to go see. I still had to document for myself, even if it wasn't at the height of the excitement or during the thrill of the victory.

I started in Kenmore Square where the T stop was burping-up droves of people on their way to Fenway for the game. There was a substantial Boston police and military police presence and they all had a real openness and friendliness about them. One of them took one look at my camera gear and told me "That's quite a rig!"  This surprised me; hadn't they been seeing nothing but big rigs all week?  "Did you guys get any sleep at all last night?" I asked them.

"A few hours last night" they moaned.

I heard compliments to the police ringing out from the passing crowd, "Thanks guys!" and "Well done guys!"

It was pretty cool. The sense I got that the police were holding their heads a little higher than typical likely comes from this feeling that people have a new-found respect for them. Today they do not have the reputation so often placed on them by the public. Today, they are heroes who got the job done in a really big way.

On the streets leading to Fenway, vendors were on fire "Get a free 'Believe in Boston' flag when you buy a program!"  they rang out "Programs! Get yah programs hee-ah!"

In the T to head over to Copley, I saw a runner (or at least she was dressed like one) sitting across from me, wearing a marathon jacket and holding a bouquet of of small orange and yellow roses. To my left was a couple in regular clothes, the girl also carrying a bouquet. I saw a lot of this. Wherever I was within the city.

I exited at Hynes and walked with the crowds to the corner of Boylston and Hereford Streets. Up to that location, it was busy city business as usual. As I approached the gated area where many flowers, notes, signs and photos were placed, it got quiet. Like, funeral viewing quiet.

In the middle of the city, in this one spot, you could have heard a pin drop.  I thought for sure as I was on my way in that it would be a bit of a circus; people clamoring to get photos to show off to their friends. That wasn't the case. It was as if we were all on hallowed ground. People did take pictures, but it wasn't in a sensationalistic kind of way. People were there to pay their respects. And they did that.  The woman in the marathon jacket approached with her flowers and laid them down as she quietly wept.

Looking down Boylston Street beyond the barricade was eerie. Something out of an apocalyptic movie. I've never seen Boylston Street so deserted. I'm not sure anyone ever has.

I walked on, taking Newbury Street. It was a typical Saturday on Newbury; lots of people walking around, talking, smiling, eating lunch al fresco. Until you came to another spot where a side street had been barricaded. At the corner of Newbury and Dartmouth, there were military police on hand who kindly accepted praise whenever it was offered. Which was often. From this vantage point, you could see the beautiful Boston Public Library, her flags still at half-mast.  On the other side of the barricade, a select few in marathon jackets were being handed and getting into white bodysuits. The ones we've seen evidence collectors wear on the news.

As I walked on, there were occasional memorials. A seemingly random light pole near a restaurant was covered with flowers. It was near this corner where I saw a woman approch a trio of police and go down the line, shaking each of their hands, "Thank you...Thank you...Thank you." she praised them quietly. Outside one business there was a huge area where people had written down their thoughts with sidewalk chalk. There was a bucket of chalk in the middle of it all for anyone to add to it if they wished. And in this spot too, where there was only chalk drawing, there was silence and reverence.

It was incredible. Every last person wandering the streets and coming across these sights knew what it was about. I don't mean to state the obvious. What I mean is, everyone felt effected by this. No one was out of the loop or outside it's effects.

Taking a right on Berkeley Street, I was lead back to Boylston, which is where the more substantial memorial had grown by the barricades blocking off the other end of the street. There were police and Red Cross volunteers (not sure why. Perhaps to answer questions?), therapy dogs hanging out, and more and more people. The crowd was large, but with the exception of one girl talking loudly on her phone, it was a respectful crowd.

In the outer rim of the crowd, there was friendly talking, people petting dogs and chatting with their owners, but as I made my way to the front of the crowd closest to the memorial, the sound dimmed again. No one was pushing or shoving to view, they would peacefully get out of each others' way when someone was trying to take a photo. With exception to one couple who, judging from their outfits had been in the marathon themselves, I didn't see one person photograph themselves with the scene behind them.  One man approached and tied a pair of shoes to the barricade. Periodically, another person would approach, crouch down and lay flowers with the others.  People held each other and read all the words on the notes and signs, taking it all in.

I don't know what I thought I might see going into the city that day. Large crowds of gawkers, maybe. I was pleased and impressed to see what I did; People being human. Being kind and friendly, compassionate.

It definitely made me proud to be a Bostonian.

Nadia!

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You might remember Bennet. I photographed him with his parents Jeff and Sharon a few years back. I was so excited to hear from them again and looked forward to seeing how Bennet has grown and to meet their newest member of the family, Nadia. Bennet, who is now two, is still as cute as can be and has dimples that your could store things in...and I mean that in a completely cute way...not the creepy way I just made it sound. His sister, who is four months old however, would not be out-done in the adorable department, as you can see...

Rich and Paula

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Rich and Paula's pretty pretty wedding took place on a gorgeous day earlier this summer. Set in Salem, MA, the event was tennis themed (yes, you read that right!), as tennis is something the couple share a passion for. It was so nice to be called back to Paula's family after I photographed her sister's wedding a few years ago!

Flowers; Evans Flowers  www.evansflowers.com

Cake; Cakes for Occasions www.cakes4occasions.com

Venue; Hawthorne Hotel, Salem  www.hawthornehotel.com

Ceremony music; Intermezzo Players, http://www.intermezzoplayers.com/

DJ Corey Rateau, http://www.djrmc.com/

Just One More Step!

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I recently joined Pinhole Press. Designing and receiving a sample album got me thinking about the tangible product aspect of what I do. One of the things that I love about my work is the displayable factor. Yes, it's very important that my clients are comfortable when I'm photographing them, and that they like my work, but what's most important, is that they can enjoy it well after my work is done. I worry that they will look through them on their computer, enjoy them, then get distracted by something shiny (you know, like, life or something) and never get around to making prints and framing them and getting them up where they can enjoy them.

I am always really flattered and happy when I visit a client for a session and see on their wall a framed photo from a session I had with them six months or a year before. In truth, seeing any photos on my clients' walls makes me happy, whether or not they are mine. Photography is a wonderful thing, and so are family and friends. Make them join forces!

So this entry is to simply remind you to not lose your momentum after a session! Keep pushing just a little bit longer and in the end, you'll have some great portraits around your home, or maybe even an album in hand!

Here is a 'Square Panoramic' from Pinhole Press. It's pages are heavy and lay flat to allow for full page spreads. Ooo La la !

Molly is Seven Weeks Old

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I know what you might be thinking - is that a human child? Yes, yes it is! Despite the fact that she looks like a fine porcelain doll.  Coincidentally, she lives with her parents Peter and Colleen a few doors down from where my parents live. It was a joy to photograph her and her proud mom and dad, even on the hot hot day we got to do it on.