So the hubster drops my camera…on the concrete…then I have to pay Stella to go out and shoot  1 roll of film so I can send it off the next day and wait 10 days to know if my camera still works.

True story.  Thank goodness it was only the $200 lens hood I had just purchased that kicked the bucket…I am both sarcastic and relieved about that.

Just for the sake of drama we will pretend this was recent and not 3 months ago…;)

Happy Sunday oh whooops it’s Wednesday…oh well.

shot on Portra 800.

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…I’ll be the first to admit that this poor blog is neglected.  I used to blog every session and every wedding.  I loved it…but it was always taking the place of something else that I should be doing.  Such as making dinner, or playing outside with the kids, or sleeping.  There came a point when I just had to let some of it go.  So for the last couple years, I don’t blog as much…but dinner is ready at 5:30 and afterwards we are ALL outside chasing down the sunshine.  Life is the Huesgen Household is good and our relationships are happier. So sorry blog…

…THIS family!!  Love them to pieces.  I’ve been photographing them since Emerson (the oldest daughter) was 6 months old…so like 7 years.  I love my job!  Seeing families grow makes me oh so happy!

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an excerpt from one of my all time favorite poems…perfect for this windy, overcast day spent in Brooklyn…

Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross from shore to shore;
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide;
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights
of Brooklyn to the south and east;
Others will see the islands large and small;
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an
hour high;
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will
see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide, the falling back
to the sea of the ebb-tide.

It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not;
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so
many generations hence;
I project myself—also I return—I am with you, and know how
it is.

Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow,
I was refresh’d;
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current,
I stood, yet was hurried;
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stem’d
pipes of steamboats, I look’d.

-Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, Walt Whitman


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  • Jess

    What a beautiful couple and I love his shirt in the last few photos!