She timidly opened the door, a little beaten down by adolescence and all that comes with it. “I just want Kaeleigh to see how beautiful she is,” her grandma explained in a phone conversation prior to her session. All I can say to that is that the camera never lies. Advertisements
My senses reel at the sight of it: a high pitched hum coupled with an aroma that would both curl hair and annihilate any rodent within a half mile radius of what was affectionately known as Mrs. Charlene’s Beauty Salon. From sunup to sundown, this petite fireball cut, washed, permed, frosted and colored countless heads … More Beauty
It’s funny how a picture of the familiar will get overlooked time and time again, bypassed by more “showy” images like sunsets, mountains, flowers, waterfalls, or starry nights. Today, however, I was taken aback by this old friend, who has willingly and faithfully participated in activities such as lawn maintenance, house cleaning, kid soaking, and, … More The Familiar
A few months shy of ten years old when we met, I was a wiggly, energetic youngster who was destined to become her next Beethoven, lured there by my momma’s promise of the newest gadget on the market at that time, a Timex Digital Watch. Anxious about meeting new adults, I slowly opened the door … More Mrs. Jo
Human Nature compels us to keep going forward, even if the destination is unknown.
As our portrait business has grown, the time we get to spend hiking has decreased. I don’t see that as a negative, merely, we have traded one form of beauty in Arkansas for another. It has truly been a delight!
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness. ― Mary Oliver