I never wanted to be the kind of photographer that would just churn and burn - pumping out the same kind of images but inserting different faces. I feel the same way about what I feature here. This blog is my canvas and though I've clearly been tuned out for a bit online I've nonetheless been swimming in a sea of beautiful-ness, documenting and living life so wholeheartedly. Over these past several months my heart has just been bursting with fullness because of all of the people, families and couples that I've had the opportunity to interact with and I feel so blessed that they have trusted me and welcomed me into their homes, their worlds and their hearts. I have oodles to share, all in due time, but wanted to break the ice after all these months with a wedding story of two mid-west girls that made their way to a little bed and breakfast in Delaware and united in a way that isn't possible everywhere. I've never been more proud of my home state than I have been these past 14 months.
I'm often asked if I do "small" weddings or not. I don't really know the proper answer because in my mind every wedding, not matter how intimate or elaborate, is equally important.
This wedding, while it might be labeled "small", is one that holds such a special place in my heart because it was one of those weddings that was elaborately intimate - full of unique moments that just kept coming.
Lauren and Paul found the Eastern Shore because of a "little" craft brewery down here called Dogfish Head. They brought 50 of their closest friends and family from New York City, worked out every detail themselves (sans the catering by the amazing Leo at Modern Mixture) and had a day in Lewes that unfolded so peacefully, even despite the rain. This family on both sides is amazingly talented from photography to writing to art to music and they incoporated it all in just the right way.
The day was a masterpiece and I was so honored to be able to capture it.
And yes, yes I do do small weddings (I was with them from 9am to midnight).
When my new blog launched earlier this year I *promised* myself I would post once a week with fresh, diverse content - a mix of stories that I've documented - stories of births, stories of families and stories of weddings. I am so proud of myself because for the past five weeks I have held myself to that promise and it feels *so* good. This is even more of a big deal than you know. Winter time is typically my hibernation period (aka netflix marathoning and recovering from a busy wedding season) and not only have I been blogging consistently but I've also photographed three winter weddings, two magical birth stories and a handful of family sessions dureing what has felt like the longest coldest winter Delaware has seen in years.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring (and also my first wedding anniversary <3) but there is no visible sign of it anywhere and with snow still in the forecast it only seems fitting to share this family session/my version of senior portraits from this winter. These three sisters braved it on a snowy winter day for the sake of art and white winter beauty. They are truly inspiring with their individuality, authenticity and sisterly friendship.
Enjoy xo Maria
p.s. I'll officially be taking my winter break over the next two weeks and "hibernating" in the sunshine out West but I look forward to returning with fresh eyes and getting back to it. Talk to you in the springtime!
I feel like I want to fill you in all at once on everything that has been going on this last year but I'm going to try to restrain myself. This is my first personal post since the new site has launched and I'm excited to open up and start sharing more, more about me, more about my family, more about the things that inspire me - all in hope that this will give you a chance to get to know me better. Having a blog but not necessarily being a writer is a tough thing. I journal a lot and always have but when it comes to this blog, sifting through my thoughts to try to figure out what's appropriate and insightful for this platform is challenging. No doubt, being a photographer, I want the pictures to just speak for themselves and tell their own story but sometimes the little stories that lead up to it can make it that much more meaningful.
Before I had children travel was my passion. I didn't get to do much of it but when I did it filled my cup soul to the brim. The exploration, the new sights, the sounds, the smells all resonated with me for months after I would return and left me inspired. Just recently, I did one of those little buzzfeed quizzes floating around social media and it gave me surprising insight to something that was missing in me...the quiz was was "What Career Should You Actually Have?" And when my answers came up, Astronaut, I thought that's definitely not me. I was NOT the first person in line to see Gravity; this can't be right. I'm a little claustrophobic and I would never survive those constraints but when I read on to the description it made complete sense..."You are an explorer. You are curious about the world around you and the way it works. You look at things closely and often with a different perspective than everyone else".
This past August I took my first solo trip without the family, not for work, just to recharge and went to visit my sister in New Orleans. I feel so blessed that my amazing husband understands how important it is for me to get away and gain a little perspective outside of the eastern shore (and I''m not bragging about him, just credting him because he deserves that and so much more, but I'll fill you in more about him in later posts). My point about this is that during the daily grind of life, no matter how wonderful it is, it is far too easy to take for granted all of the blessings you have around you. This is nothing new, but I got to experience it first hand when I came back from my trip down south. It was a beautiful moment that I had to capture. There's this thing with my children that I call the "candid photographer's kid syndrome". You see, Cameron, our oldest and the first born, used to turn his head in response to not only my voice as an infant but also to the click of the camera shutter from the first week of life on. Needless to say this child has had a camera in his face for almost 8 years and this past summer he officially became over it. That was until I went away for 10 days. I arrived home from the airport just as the day was coming to an end and the kids greeted me like I had been gone for a whole year. Cameron wrapped his arms around me like he used to when he would cling to me as a toddler and said out of the blue, "Mommy do you want to take some pictures of us??...umm, okay (who are you??)? I told them the light was fading so they needed to run up and get on whatever outfit they'd like and we could head out before the sun went down. When they came down the stairs I chuckled to myself as Chloe was adorned in her play "wedding dress" and Cameron was, well, you'll see (oh, and of course, it would be too easy for both of them to be in a good mood at the same time but Chloe eventually came around). xo Maria