It was his mother's wedding, to be exact. Fast forward to January 2013 and they have been married over five years with two gorgeous little girls to show for it. These two are such a beautiful couple but, even better, they are one of the most easygoing couples I've ever worked with. They're one of those couples that just seem to effortlessly fit together and I had so much fun getting to know these two.
These photographs were taken at Lake Fayetteville and I had a blast while we talked about our kids, walked over rocks, and spent the afternoon laughing. Thanks for coming out on a cold day, you two! I'm so excited to share these!
In retrospect, Max took over my weekly photos this past week.
But! Henry hogged my Instagram feed so all's fair in mama love and sibling photos, right?
Here's a peek into our week! (And yes! That sounded just as corny as I imagined. But nonetheless! A peek into our week starts below!)
Day One Hundred and Eleven | New Years Eve.
Max lived it up on New Years Eve like a tiny rockstar. Here he is, trashing the living room. It's not New Years unless someone's trashed a room, right?
Day One Hundred and Twelve | 2013.
I have lots of goals for 2013- not a lot of resolutions, exactly, but plenty of goals.
Day One Hundred and Thirteen | Playing with Boxes
Day One Hundred and Fourteen | Putting Away Christmas.
Day One Hundred and Fifteen | The Laundry Pile.
And Bonus Photo! Not getting in the cradle with Henry is the biggest battle in the Chandler home right now. Also hugging too tight.
Day One Hundred and Sixteen | Family Walk in Forty Degree Weather
The past while, I've really been thinking and contemplating about what kind of photographer I am and what kind of photographer I want to be. After thinking for weeks about this- not counting the fact that I've been thinking about this since I started shooting seriously in the fall of 2011- I realized that I love to photograph life. When I first thought it, this answer seemed too silly and kind of "goes without saying" to me because I've always photographed life. I've carried a camera with me for nearly fifteen years and, for thirteen and a half of those years, I wasn't really interested in making art- I was just interested in taking photos and in recording everything I could about my life so that, in thirty years, there'd be something to look back on.
Joining the world of serious photographers is not an easy feat- there is so much talent out there right now- and, since I've only been taking on client work steadily for about sixteen months (nine of which I was pregnant, three of which I had a newborn), I'm not yet where I eventually want to be. That's okay with me because I hope I'm still taking photographs for the rest of my life. I have lots of room for growth and learning and improvement, but it can still be disheartening and, because of this, I inevitably became somewhat uncomfortable with who I was as a photographer. I wanted to be better than I was but I needed to define what I wanted to be and, in order to do so, I needed to define who I was when "photographer" wasn't attached to my name.
I am a night owl. I'm a mother to two gorgeous children. I'm a wife to a handsome husband and I stay up late with him talking about history and politics and photography and books and religion and about how, this weekend, he really needs to get that hair of his cut (update: his hair now fits in a ponytail!). I'm the girl with really unintentionally nerdy glasses who reads at least sixty book a year and I'm the girl who wants to see so many things and do so many things, but almost all of those things are rooted in a home life. I love peanut butter m&ms and dusty chalkboards and vintage quilts and I really like glitter. I can be shy but I can also be really talkative if the mood strikes me- which it sometimes does at sessions, but it doesn't always. I am an awesome picture book reader. I love art museums and I love making crafts and I love cooking and baking, too! I love when my son lays on my bed for two hours coloring with markers and I try to be the mom who laughs it off when that same son walks out of the room for thirty seconds and wrecks our entire home. I'm the person who cries because of books and movies and about the light streaming onto her baby's legs because everything just looks absolutely perfect (even if it really isn't). But most of all? I love the little things- all the little expressions and nuances that make a person a person and a couple a couple and a family a family and a home a home.
I love love. I love families. I love getting to know people. I love stories. I love art.
As I thought about all these things- all these things that meant nothing to most everyone but somehow meant everything to me, I kept thinking the words written above- I love to photograph life- but was afraid that those words would be laughed at if I said them out loud. They're such simple words, but they carry such a weight and after stewing over them for weeks, I finally said them out loud. And when I said those three words- I photograph life- I said one of the most true things I have ever said in my life. It felt wonderful.
My name is Lissa and I photograph life. It's nice to have you here.
And since I'm also that person who loves to overshare photographs of her beautiful kids, especially when they're sporting pajamas at two in the afternoon and are in serious need of baths, here's my two little cuties yesterday while we were all sporting colds so bad my husband stayed home to take care of us.
It really is a beautiful life. I'm so thankful I have my camera along for the ride.