This is the sacred space of sleep deprived chaos.
This is the miracle space of a soul freshly earth side within wrinkled peely skin and thrown furled fists.
This is the life space of milk crusted lips kissed in the dark of hours only seen by mothers.
This is the the new space, the tender space, the grace space.
This is the space of Rowan and Audrey’s childhood together in the home where they are gently adored and wholly loved.
And these photographs were made for them.
Reminiscing their family’s growth is so warming to my heart, an honor to be entrusted with documenting.
Audrey in the morning blooms is here, in the middle of the city’s green space is here, and most recently in the golden autumn light.