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Exposure, a lesson.

This is a lesson in exposure. In f-stop. Aperture. The letting in of the light. The depth of field. The blow out. The balance. On shooting wide open.

This is a lesson I am still learning…and as I move forward, I will share what I learn here.

Oh sweet exposure. The washing of light over an image, to bring forward the shadows and contrasts, the lines and colors, the fading day or the glow of morning. Exposure can be a scary thing – particularly over exposure. These days, under exposure can be adjusted and tampered with post process; particularly when the artist is shooting in RAW. Over exposure, however, is daunting to most. It takes a brave heart and risk taking soul to shoot shoot wide open, letting in as much light as possible; knowing that their focus must be precise to accentuate the most shallow depth of field – knowing that the smallest adjustment in the position of the day’s light could blow the entire image out of the water, and they could be left with a. big. white. rectangle………..

Exposure takes courage. It teaches us lessons about our gear. About ourselves. Making adjustments in the way we exposure our images, and ourselves, takes courage. If we are brave enough to open the shutter though – the beautiful things that can pass through are limitless.

Let in the light. You deserve it.

With heart,


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An absence.

The last time it rained,

I stood in it with you.

We stood pressed as the drops rain over our faces like Holy Water,

absolving us of the judgement from the day.

We stood pressed, letting kisses wash our souls clean.

The quiet strum of spanish guitar moves through the air

and headlights illuminate the drops as they fall from the sky to my hair,

to your shirt, still warm and already damp from a long day of work.

You are singing softly in my ear, and I am lost in

all that you are.

You say that you only sing for me. I believe you. I always believe in you.

Because my voice, my heart, and this soul only sings for you.

Searching hands over slick wet skin find the sanctuary they’ve searched so long for

and finally we are able to breathe.

The rain whispers ‘forever’ as you whisper ‘always’ and I am yours.

I feel a drop making it’s way from my forehead down the side of my face, and I travel with it on a journey

of possibility.

The things we could be if we were brave enough to step off the ledge.

Time is such a tragic, beautiful, mysterious lover. A gift giving, thieving adulteress who can lift us up

and ruin us in one sweep.

All things in time, they say.

All things in time.

Today it rains,

and though you are there, and I am here,

know that I can feel you pressing your cheek to mine as we move to the music

and that with each drop that falls, each song that plays,

I am still yours.

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I’ll take my coffee with a side of you.

My hair falls softly

Caressing the curves of my shoulder

The smell of coffee runs up the stairs to greet you

Hummingbirds hover

Saying soft hellos the flowers woven upon my balcony

I press the French down slowly

Letting the grains resist my urgency

Just milk, he says.

Pitter patter falls the rain

Jose Gonzalez fills the kitchen

My denim shirt falls open

Carelessly buttoned

I shiver

The sun has not yet reached my cabin

The logs still hold the night

The rain falls gently, then fast.

Like Mother Nature’s finger tips

Drumming away on the roof

Where did the inside sheet run off to?

I pull you close

We are too tangled to start a fire

Drinking each others’ body heat

Murmuring nonsensical romance

Nine days? It can’t be.

The creek beside my cabin rushes wildly

Tormented by the rain

A wood pecker drills away in the distance

All I feel is your lips drift upon my spine

My soul curls

Gasps in sweet delight

Tightens itself

And lets go into the abyss

Strength within surrender

Kissing away hours

Finger tips glide between thighs

Pillows astray

As we meet between the sheets

I find your mouth

Again and again

And again.

He leaves fresh cut wildflowers on every window sill

purple lilies on the doorstep

whittles the day away

palms full of splinters

my heart warms quietly in my chest

can one eat kisses?

I’m starving for your lips

and they just left mine.

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This Moment // Amanda + Kevin

“I was hoping for a little more blue sky”…Amanda sighed as we hiked up the hill to the Castle atop Whiteface Memorial Highway. Trust me…it’s going to be beautiful.:)And beautiful they are. Self professed sillies Amanda and Kevin have a little more hot romance in them then they let me in on when we first got started. We laughed, we froze to death while the wind whipped around us a few thousand feet up in the air, and then we ended our afternoon on the historic stone bridge in Wilmington, with the mountains smiling down on us from the beautiful blue sky that Amanda was hoping for. These two are getting married here in the Adirondacks next fall, and I am so excited to see what life has in store for them.

With Heart,


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This Moment // Alexis + Scott

I’ve been making a million notes lately, and you’ll all be seeing some changes to the Northwood and sites in the coming weeks; and this little bit is one of them:)I’ve been putting a great deal of thought into the way I present images, and in the past I’ve shown the great majority of a collection in the blog feature; which I love to do…because I love sharing, and I have lovely, beautiful clients that I want to show the world. However, I feel that it can be overwhelming. Dauting, even, if you have a slow internet connection:)Moreover, I felt it took away from the feeling of a moment. This time I spend with my clients, with my friends; it is a collection of moments. It isn’t an hour, or two or five. It isn’t’ a day. It is a collection of split seconds in time, frozen for them to savor, to relive, to feel again and again through this imagery. So going forward, these features will be a moment. Sometimes two…at a most 3. Collection links will be shared should readers wish to view them via my online galleries; but I’d like to get back to the basics of writing and connecting here on the blog….because that’s what I came here for. To connect. With you. To share with you what I feel when I do this work, to share my life with you, to share your thoughts and ideas and to do my best to serve each of you on this journey.

For today friends, this moment. Alexis and Scott; shot at San Pasqual Valley Ranch in Escondido. These two embody beautiful, youthful love (and they line dance…so I basically find them perfect) and I can’t wait to photograph their wedding next summer. Thanks for coming down you two. xx

With Heart,


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