When I photograph the children at Children’s Hospital, I am always impressed with the strong spirit of the children and their parents. Most of the children I meet are fighting a life threatening illness, and it’s a stressful time.
I was particularly impressed with this mother and son. I could easily read the love in the mother’s heart through her eyes and hands.
As I continue to process the portraits I made at Childrens Hospital last week, I find myself gazing into the eyes of the brave hearted children and their beautiful mothers. These mothers are exceptional because they have risen to the challenge to inspire calm in their children as they hold fast to enduring hope for better days ahead.
They hold firmly onto their dreams for a bright future for their children, even as they balance private worries they dare not speak. In their eyes, you can read the strength they embody.
The mother, the father, the grandmother, the visiting uncle, the little sister — the intensity of their love is a big part of the cure.
There comes a time when a professional photographer cannot function as such. One of those times is when she is the mother of the bride. So much planning, so much coordination, so much emotion and excitement when it all comes together, and one more thing … You just have to live it, to experience the day, to take it all in.
For Courtney and Scott’s wedding, I put the photography responsibility in the able hands of Aimee Rossi, of Naples Florida, and she proved herself hardworking, skilled, talented and ultimately successful. As both a mother and a photographer with high standards, I am so very grateful. Let me say thank you to Aimee, and share her name with future families looking for this same quality. Here are two of Aimee’s photos:
The Greek Islands have endured their share of hardship with the recent influx of Syrian refugees. But their beauty and charm has endured through the ages. You never know what you will find as you wander the maze like streets of Mykonos.
You might lose your sense of direction, but come upon a sculptural Greek chapel.
Hopefully, you will find your way to Mom’s favorite jeweler. We have been coming here to Lalaounis since 1973.
Father’s Day this year is extra special for my son-in-law who became a Daddy last week. This portrait shows him gently cradling his daughter a few hours after her birth. From our family to yours: Love your Dad. Thank him for a lifetime of love and support.
When you love photography, you spend a lot of time working on improving your work. A new camera, a new lens, new software, more training, new destinations…
But remember your goal when you first picked up a camera? You wanted to capture a memory and keep it forever. With this in mind, you took lots of baby pictures, and lots of vacation pictures.
Even as a professional photographer, devoted full time to becoming better every day with technique and with vision — I come back to basics. I pull out the old family photo, and transport myself back to that happy moment that I never want to forget.
My Dad, nearly 100 years old, is very ill. He was youthful and active into his 90s, and of course, we hoped he would live forever. This week, I’ve been so busy taking care of him that I haven’t been out shooting new photos. So, I would like to share a happy moment from 2009 that seems like just yesterday. At age 93, he treated us to one last international cruise to my mom’s favorite destination: Greece. My daughter Caitlin, 24 then, was happy to be on board for her first cruise.
Jade bracelets are a Chinese custom, but we adopted them within our American family after a 2005 family visit to China. Because jade absorbs body chemistry, it becomes one with you if you wear it 24/7 — thus the evolution of the theme of family continuity in a jade bracelet. Each jade bracelet is unique, yet we all feel a bond to each other as each woman in our family wears one.
This photo commemorates a family reunion with my mother, now 96, myself and two of my daughters — three generations of strong, loving women in my family. The diamond art-deco ring is another family heirloom passed down from my mother to me.
Do you share symbols of solidarity in your family? Perhaps because we live in different cities and at times each of my daughters has lived overseas. We find both comfort and joy in having our own unity symbol.