For Neilson, as you sail your way up to Georgetown for the wooden boat festival this weekend.

Last weekend I was up at my parent’s house with Neilson and we decided to go through some of my families old photos. We found some amazingly funny stuff like my brother dressed up as a West Side Story “shark” lounging on the diving board and flexing his barely there muscles or my 70’s styled Dad with his wild curly hair tucked into a classic Mickey Mouse hat and a leather (or could be pleather) jacket playing with hand puppets while I laughed on his lap. There were so many great images and I wanted to take them all but my father wasn’t quite ready to let any of them go. However, I did sneak one out of my mom. So here it is…my mom age 32 or 33 living in Germany. This was taken by my father who was a avid amateur photographer. I love this image so much!

Oh how swimwear has changed…..Happy Friday!

Love is in the air….

Neilson and I were married one year ago this Sunday. It blows my mind how quickly time flies and how lucky I am to have married my best friend. On Sunday I will post our wedding as seen through the talented eyes of Liz Banfield.

This post was supposed to be last Friday’s post in celebration of Mother’s Day. I realized on our drive, about two hours outside of town, that I had forgotten to do this posting. I was devastated. I have been saving this image specifically for Mother’s Day. I was already feeling bad since I was not going to be with my own mother on Mother’s Day. My husband and I had made plans months ago to visit our friends in Washington, DC, before they move to Marrakech, not knowing that that weekend was Mother’s Day.

Here’s the thing, I love my mother deeply. We talk on the phone every day sometimes twice a day. So it felt like a double whammy when I one missed the blog posting and two, even more importantly, missed seeing my mom on her special day. While this might not make up for my absence, I just wanted to say I love you mom and feel thankful everyday that you are my mom.

To all mother’s out there, I wish you all a wonderful year filled with love, happiness, support, and laughter.

It’s all about weddings today!

Look at all the children in this wedding. They look so well behaved and just adorable.  All the matching flower girl dresses reminds me of a wedding I photographed a few years ago. The bride had five sweet flower girls in these ethereal dresses. It was simply beautiful.

Wedding season is here and what better way to get excited about this weekend’s wedding with this lovely image of a bride with her flower girl and ring bearer. Her one shoulder dress is stunning and she looks incredibly elegant with the sunlight glowing all around her. Happy Friday!

Dear Found Friday readers,

I sincerely apologize for jumping ship on my Friday postings. While there is really no excuse, I did happen to be out of town a couple of those missed Friday’s. I wish that I could say that I was out on an amazing adventure in Africa or India while in fact I was just up the road in beautiful New York City.  NYC is one of my favorite places to visit. I lived there for three years and now have the deep satisfaction of being able to move around the city like a resident instead of a tourist, I digress…back to today’s posting on travel.

Traveling is one of my all time favorite things to do. I was speaking to a friend the other day about the idea of flight not just the physical idea, which still feels magical, of being transported to an incredible new location like……

or…..

or even close to home like…..

but the psychological and emotional aspects of flying. As it has been noted by many, airports are filled with emotion. I have traveled a lot throughout my lifetime and on every flight I am filled with deep sentiments of: joy, excitement, sadness, loneliness, nervous anticipation, fear, longing and love. (okay not all at once and not all on one trip but each of these emotions have been felt before on a flight) Perhaps it is because I am 30,000 feet above land with no control or perhaps it is having to surrender myself to the talented pilots and the machinery that heightens these emotions. Back in February, I was listening to public radio’s This American Life and found myself drawn to the story entitled, Contrails of my tears, which speaks to those that cry while watching in-flight movies. It’s a wonderful story about crying on airplanes and about the emotional vulnerability we face on flights….

it starts around minute: 45
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/sites/all/play_music/play_full.php?play=426

If you are out traveling this weekend, I wish for you an amazing journey.

So many times we see the subject placed right in the center of the frame, for obvious reasons, but I love how this photographer decided to shift the frame to position the woman right on the edge of the frame similar to the way she is sitting on the edge of the pool.  Inherently this composition creates tension. Her lack of eye contact causes us to question the scene. I am curious about the woman. I am curious about who or what  she is looking at and who is reading the newspaper beside her. I am curious about where she is spending her vacation (or so it seems Jan. 1965). I am curious about the strange shaped sculpture in the background as a point of reference as if I should know exactly where she is because of it and I love the fact that I have the desire to cull together all these clues to come up with my own narrative.