Danny Boy

You know that old Irish Song, Oh Danny Boy?

I always think of my darling brother when I hear it. He's happy and sweet and, well, he's gonna be beatin' the ladies off with a stick (think Hercules. "It's okay. The raging sea of hormones has ebbed.")...

I'm sure he appreciates having a photographer sister (he just called me and asked to do MORE pictures, for his missionary papers) but I am grateful for a fun person to shoot. Rarely do I end up with a bad picture of him.

Lots of love to you, Danny Boy.

The "R" Family

I love when my friends have cute kids! These kids are the best darn photogenic kids I have ever played with. And for 8:30 in the morn, they were happy and playful.

(I love candid. She was trying to get him to be cheerful and behave and ended up in a tickle fest. His smile is so mischevious.)

Good lookin' fam, eh?

Peeeek-aboo!

Andrew, Part Troix

Remember my buddy, Andrew? He is the luckiest guy in the world, I tell ya. He's gotten to shoot with me THREE TIMES!

Okay, maybe I'm just lucky to have a good (and willing) model to shoot with.

[He's known to be a bit of a goof, so I had to include it.]

Amanda, Part II

Remember my pretty friend (okay, my brother's pretty friend) Amanda?

She came back for round two. It was really a group session, but I think I'll show you the individuals instead.

(CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome!)