Honest portraits. What real life, real love, truly looks like.
A love that skips stones and stays little hands that reach for too-big rocks.
A love that cradles a nursing babe and nestles tiny hands to lips.
Love that looks like lacing up small shoes and snatching kisses when you can and holding tight to one another beneath the moon while the kids go crazy because that's how life really is right now and that's just fine.
Honest family portraits. Matt and Ana and Vivian and Eleanor. Lakeside in the chill of a December desert, sun and moon both lending their light.
Documenting life as it is - with all its rugged difficulties, it's heartaches tempered by joy and upheld by love.
This is all I ever want to photograph.
Anastasia is a dear friend and fellow photographer. Her raw and meaningful work can be found here.