Boston Family Photography .:. Jamaica Plain

A few gems from a Boston family photography session on a summer Monday with the Bradley family.  Competing with nap and snack time and a few much more interesting dogs, yet still working it.


boston city hall wedding photography .:. marriage equality

How will I know you? Like a blind date, sometime I arrange clients by phone, and email and when the moment comes when we can meet in actual person, face to face or face to camera as it were, there's always this awkward looking and smiling period in a public place where I am not sure if I am looking and smiling at this person who I am going to photograph or if I am just being a overly friendly stranger carrying excess glass.

So how will I know you I asked R.

"We'll be the ladies with the cream trousers, I mean pants, and the biggest smiles!"

And, as it turns out, she was right. I saw them immediately. With the white trousers second only to their  smiles.  The biggest of smiles.  Such joy.

From a flash of blue eyes and a saucy laugh at a party twelve years ago, these two women, like those mythical and dreamy love stories the world over, have known that they would spend the rest of their days together.

England recognizes civil partnership, and has legalized gay marriage, but at this moment in time you can't upgrade from civil partnership to legally married, without having to dissolve the partnership first. So it made more sense to fly to Boston, and get married here, which England will recognize. Tricky, ladies.

We also bumped into the every radiant Leah Haydock, sporting a smile and a holdfast money-maker - a leather camera strap that is my current tough lady object of desire.

City Clerk Maureen Feeney, warm and full of love and blessings, presided over the ceremony. She even put down the book and gave her own impromptu blessing to close the ceremony.  There were tears and laughter and laughter-soaked tears; all of the things that you find in a full on wedding day.  All things distilled down to the essence of what it means to get married: unabashed and vulnerable joy.

Everyone at City Hall, even the desk clerks, absorbed some of this joy, as it was overflowing from this couple. It's documenting weddings like this, that I am so proud to be a part of this commonwealth that supports marriage equality.


Boston Wedding Photography .:. Sangeet at Middleborough Town Hall

Sometimes I don't want to leave a party. In this case, I didn't want to leave the sangeet. Mostly, when my contracted time is up,  I'm ready to pack up and head home and download cards as fast as possible. Because instant gratification. Because the facebook.
But there are times when all I want to do is to put my gear away and chill and soak in the party.  The wedding weekend began like this. And ended like this (see following post). So yes, it was amazing. The sangeet at Middleborough Town Hall was N's family's contribution to the weekend and an introduction for J's family to ritual and customs of Indian weddings.  The brides and their mothers both wore beautiful sari. Traditional dance and song filled the town hall. And also  food and beer. And then more food and more beer.  And mehndi stations.  And amazing DJs and some of my awesome former clients.  All in all a joy. Do you see why I didn't want to depart? Note to self: next time skip the mehndi if you need to handle or pack your gear.

 The wedding weekend began like this. And ended like this (see following post). So yes, it was amazing. The sangeet at Middleborough Town Hall was N's family's contribution to the weekend and an introduction for J's family to ritual and customs of Indian weddings.  The brides and their mothers both wore beautiful sari. Traditional dance and song filled the town hall. And also  food and beer. And then more food and more beer.  And mehndi stations.  And amazing DJs and some of my awesome former clients.  All in all a joy. Do you see why I didn't want to depart? Note to self: next time skip the mehndi if you need to handle or pack your gear.


A Summer Sunset

A rare Saturday in June that I don't have to work, which means I put that free time to good use.  A beach day with one of my oldest (in terms of friendship length) friends, and her family. And Sadie came along, playing for hours and hours. She still hasn't recovered.  It's like a dog hangover. :)
As I was driving back, I pulled off precariously in the shoulder to take a few images as the sun was going down.

Happy Official Summer!!


Boston Graduation Portrait Photography .:. Boston University

It's not every day that your youngest son graduates from BU. It's not every day that your kid brother can steal the show after your wedding. And its not everyday that your family flies in from Toyko and California to celebrate for the weekend.  So it's a pretty good reason to commemorate the occasion, such as it was, with a family portrait. And since you have a red robe and a funny hat, you should probably wear that in a couple too.  Congratulations, Shuji! Welcome to the 'real world.' It's pretty cool on the other side.

ps - I adore goofy dads!


San Juan Vacation!

Friday we arrived, or more precisely, we groggily took possession of The Library at Dreamcatcher Guesthouse in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Oh how carelessly we shrugged off the ac unit, shoving the remote control under the throw pillows.  This came to be a decision we would regret as the number of mosquito bites rose. But humidity and itches aside, we were lulled to sleep by the symphony of the coqui and the smell of huge ocean.

Dreamcatcher was exactly the little dream that I was hoping for. And The Engineer loved it too.  Best surprise: outdoor shower for me! I was in heaven.

The first day the beach too windy for the beach but ideal for El Castillo. Kite flew - the best one a giant octopus waving its eight legs over the scattering of families below.

Of all the meals we ate Jose Enrique, though a trick to find, was the best. Absolutely worth the trouble of finding. Scallops in a pumpkin purée, corvina with yams, papaya and avocado and the absolute best flan de china I can imagine. The Engineer had the strip steak, beans rice and plantains.

We kept a sweet schedule of beach mornings, lunches, naps and exploring.

Our last day, I focused on a making a memory of all senses: the heat of the sun, slippery skin in the the water as the sunscreen and sweat slither off in the waves, the salty water cooling my body, the glistening of water droplets in The Engineer's whiskers as he smiled.

 I loved the whole thing.