My May

There is something about spring that always brings a fresh perspective.  As the trees bloom, I can't help but reflect what is blooming in my own life.  Kicking off the wedding season, dreaming up what 2016 might hold, discovering a personal project that is filling my cup to the very brim and taking a course called Family Tapestry, which dives into what it looks like to bring family into the creative process.  Learning to hold that space where I let go of control and just embrace the process, even if the result isn't what you imagined.  The result this month is the most lovely of fragments to hold and keep, and I am just gushing over these spring treasures!

Detail from my first wedding of the year, early this month.  

Detail from my first wedding of the year, early this month.  

I have had a small obsession with the breathtakingly beautiful and short-lived floral of spring in MN.  Nothing like a change of color to spark new inspiration.

I have had a small obsession with the breathtakingly beautiful and short-lived floral of spring in MN.  Nothing like a change of color to spark new inspiration.

No Words.  This is my favorite picture of all time. 

No Words.  This is my favorite picture of all time. 

The lake.  Maybe it is a Minnesota thing, but every home, every sacred place, every deeply embedded sense of belonging is marked by a body of water.  

The lake.  Maybe it is a Minnesota thing, but every home, every sacred place, every deeply embedded sense of belonging is marked by a body of water.  

The lake, and some playing around with nighttime photography. 

The lake, and some playing around with nighttime photography. 

Getting myself in images more and more.  Not because I just love posting pictures of myself.  It is actually the opposite, it is hard.  But how can I ask someone else to strip down to the heart of themselves in front of my lens if I dā€¦

Getting myself in images more and more.  Not because I just love posting pictures of myself.  It is actually the opposite, it is hard.  But how can I ask someone else to strip down to the heart of themselves in front of my lens if I don't know how that vulnerability feels.