The need to create.

My husband is one of those people who can make something beautiful out of a pile of nothing. The need to create wakes him up at night and drives him to a place of deep meditation that most of us only access when sleeping.  While I am dreaming, contentedly nestled in with our 2 children, he is off in the studio birthing new works that are definitely not nothing. myspace.com/nathanhamiltonart

Pretty....

flowers are so wonderful.  This is the cover of an album I recently designed for a client.

Five fantastic faces.

Don't you just want to eat her up? Check out the stink eye she's giving me in the fourth one down?!   And she's wearing Ramonsterwear, don't 'cha know!?

Sleeping positions..

are so specific. I don't know about you but I have a way I like to tuck in and if something isn't right(no glass of water by the bed or if I can't find my sleep mask) I cannot surrender for the duration.   This is how my daughter slept in utero and for the first year of her life.  She never complained of a crick in her neck but when she was born her nose was smashed to the side because she had spent a few months jammed under my right rib looking up at my heart.  Sweet, right?   Now she has moved on to being attached to my right breast snuggled deeply into the crook of my arm.  So sweet that, frankly, its divine.  What position do you start the night in?

Kids, I love 'em.

Some of my most favorite people to photograph are small and still in the single digit years.  Look at how clear and uncluttered they are.

Wanna duke it out for life?

The Beginning...

A daily photo.  Stuff that moves me.  I made this calendar for my kids to celebrate the year's end.  Every day of December they opened a pocket and found a trinket.  The surprises inside came from the jewelry boxes of my youth, a charm from the necklace my parents had given me at 6 or an old ski team pin from my father's hat, glass buttons from my grandmother's sewing chest.  I can't think of a better use for all those precious little items.  And we get to revisit them every year.  Goodbye 2007.  Hello 2008!