Newborn Photography | Baby Judah

One thing I love about my job is the fascinating client stories I get to share! It's obviously wonderful to walk into a hospital room full of smiling family members who just welcomed their new baby into the world. Or to get to play around with a fresh fresh newborn!       That alone (and the beautiful images that result) would totally be enough to make me love doing what I do.  But then I get to hear the sense of pride in Mom's voice as she tells how Judah's birth was really meaningful and empowering to her.     The story of her first child's birth was one I've heard many times. She was induced and medicated and after a long grueling labor had an emergency c-section.     For her second daughter's birth she wanted to try for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean.) She wanted a natural birth and she really wanted to avoid numerous c-sections because she has always hoped to have a large

Just Be Okay | The Tension Between Summer and Stillness

  Sarah Kay's poem The Paradox pretty aptly describes my feelings about how summer has gone... When I am inside writing, all I can think about is how I should be outside living. When I am outside living, all I can do is notice all there is to write about. Ohmygosh that has never been so true for me! There have been so many things I want to write about... so many pictures that have gone unedited... so many stories unshared. But that is the beauty of a busy summer, is it not? I've been at camp, I've done photos for a brand new baby and an excited senior and a mother in labor. I've gone on mini trips with Elsa and Anna. I've checked out museums and historic sites. I've gone hiking and camping with friends. Soon there will be a week with my sisters at Acadia National Park and then a week with the rest of the Rawleigh clan in the Adirondacks. WHEW! I struggle with that ironic guilt of how I'm not home and the house is a mess and I haven't been blogging or

If You Need Me I’ll be in the Woods.

I can tell I've been at camp because... I was just a little sad to wash the smell of campfire out of my clothes earlier this week I was smiling whenever I scratched at one of my 8 million bug bites The first night back home, in my half-asleep state, I thought the light on my bedroom smoke detector was a firefly ;-) About two seconds after I left, I was scheming for ways to get back!     I had a heart full of ALL the feels last week cause I got to spend the end of the week creeping on my baby-turned-big-girl who was spending her first week at the camp I grew up at. [Check out Camp Cherith of Western New York here!  We're celebrating camp's 70th birthday this year! It's just an hour from Corning.)     So my Elsa took swim lessons at the pool I took swim lessons at, with some of the same amazing women who taught me as a kid! She learned camp songs I've known my whole life and helped with dishes in the dining hall. She

International Vintage Soaring Meet 2016

  YOU GUYS. In case you haven't seen my Instagram-bragging, I had the really cool opportunity to photograph the opening weekend of the International Vintage Soaring Meet at Harris Hill for the Star Gazette! (Thanks Star Gazette!)      You can see my whole gallery for the newspaper here, but you can also go right on over there and see the fun for yourself!     The National Soaring Museum is just a stone's throw from Corning... like... I could see Little Joe from my excited perch in the front seat of the glider! And besides the fact that Harris Hill has tons of awesome family activities all the time, I forget that you can just waltz on over to the NSM's runway and watch the tow-planes and gliders take off!      So if you want to see the gliders taking off, park right in front of the museum and just watch from the fence. (Walk around a little... you can see a lot of the gliders up close, and

How Hiking a Mountain is like Giving Birth

  By the end of July, two of my siblings and our bonus sibling will have added their names to the list of crazy awesome people who have hiked all 46 high peaks of the Adirondack Mountains in Upstate NY. They get to call themselves 46ers and brag about that for the rest of their lives!      Four summers ago I had the opportunity to climb my first mountain with them. So they took me up a mountain and it was crazy hard but super amazing and rewarding. Since Elsa was only 2 and 1/2 and Anna was 18ish months old, a certain poignant analogy kept popping into my head...     Hiking my first mountain was totally like giving birth to a baby!  1.  No matter how many stories you hear about how hard it is you still underestimate how hard it's going to be.  Labor & Delivery: when the real contractions started happening during labor with my first I was like "This is NOTHING like the book said it would be! oh crap.