These slow days give me room to learn. And to experiment and to try new things.

Like how to develop film in a janky bathroom while Alamae naps on the couch and the boys are playing with friends and Sena listens to musicals while studying environmental science.

I find myself trying to make sense of negatives hanging from the shower rod on a makeshift setup using an old dresser handle.

And what comes out is tinged in blue and is scanned with speckles of dust.

I think about editing each little speck out, but decide to let them stay. 

Because I like the dust. And because the dust and the dog hairs and the little faces with scrapes and hints of lunch are all a part of this.

Maybe the next time more faces will be in focus.

And I'll keep finding my way to forums where strangers with experience answer my questions.

I'll  discover some answers on my own through trial and error.

These days in between will fill up.

Maybe one day I'll have all the answers.


winter's last gasp

I'm excited for spring, even if we barely had a winter. Excited for green and longer days and things in bloom. For days spent at the beach and then eventually the pool. For cook-outs and freckled shoulders and drinking cocktails in the road with neighbors as kids run wild into the evening. 

But today, over a week into a sickness that just won't quit, in the midst of a not-snow storm that has the view looking extra gray and uninviting, I'm happy to revisit a roll of film taken on winter days. Winter at it's best. 

Soon we will shed the coats and boots for good. Soon, but not quite yet.

Shoot on my Nikon f100 with Acros 100// developed by

If you're interested in booking a spring family session, my calendar is starting to fill up. Hopefully you'll let me play around a little with film too, as an added bonus.

almost winter woods

The leaves have fallen and the trees stand bare. It's tempting to turn inside for the season.

But there is beauty in the desolate. Red cheeks against a gray backdrop. The life, the living, stand at attention.

It's important not to give any season undeserved praise. 

As the darkest day of the day draws near, I plan to honor it. Honor the short days. Honor the long nights.

The cold outside.

The warm within.