Headshot Session: Melo the Brave

One of the things I love about photographing kids with a flair for the dramatic arts is that they have an infectious energy swirling around them the same way bees swirl around a hive; it’s a bustling, intentional and constant kind of energy that drives their insatiable desire to know more about a musical, a play, a song, a style.

That kind of busy bee energy swirls around Melo. We recently met to to get her some updated headshots since she was moving to New York City for auditions and classes the following week. By the nature of a a headshot session, we had a few specific parameters to work within that normally don’t exist in my Family Life Sessions, but that didn’t stop Melo’s personality from bursting onto the scene the same way the first firework of a July 4th celebration pierces a darkened sky. She is pure light.

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She skips wherever she goes. She giggles like she just told you a secret that you feel privileged to know. And that red hair…Good Lord, those gorgeous red tresses and her sprinkling of freckles stop my heart. If they ever cast for the role of Merida in a stage adaptation of Brave, this is the girl who embodies not just the look, but the spirit of youth, energy and just a dash of mischievous whimsy. A few outtakes from our morning together:

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Melo, I love that you’re not afraid to ask questions. Your Mama has created a world for you where no question is off limits, where you can dive as deep as you want into whatever interests you and where your artistic gifts are given space to grow. I can’t wait to see where those gifts take you. I’m rooting for you!

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Sisters: Two Sides, Same Coin

A day without art in her life would be like a month without food and water. At the age of 10, she can perform entire scenes from Romeo & Juliet and Peter and the Starcatcher. When she sings along to Doris Day tracks, her voice turns the clock back to 1953. She makes puppets. She writes plays in which they star. I really believe Amelia sees the world as her own personal canvas upon which she spills whatever creativity wants to be released that day.

And I am SO PROUD of this girl.

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Amelia was recently admitted to a competitive art school in Denver where she will continue her study in Theater up through her senior year. It was a rigorous admissions and audition process to select the very few students out of the hundreds of supremely talented kids who apply every year. All I did was make her headshots, but I was on pins and needles waiting to hear good news every day since her audition. I wanted to text her rock-solid, cool-as-a-cucumber mama every day and ask, “Heard anything yet?”.

It gets even better though. Amelia’s proud parents have not one, but TWO talented artists in the family. Meet Avi.

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As I was setting up shots, I could see her observing carefully, absorbing, and taking notice of how small details like how I tried different angles or what was in the background. At 8 years old, she already has the discerning eye of an art director.  I loved the way she unabashedly suggested ideas for us to try. She is unafraid to tackle something new, but reticent to let you know just how good she has become at it. There is a good-hearted mischievousness in her laugh that lets you know she is on to you.

This is a kid who looks you square in the eye and I adore her for it.

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As sisters are, Amelia and Avi are two very different sides of the same coin. Together, they grow and sharpen each other’s talents through the power of play. The day I visited their home, they had created a small village complete with an ice rink and a bank for the dolls in their play room. They speak and dress the part of the tea party they’re attending. As a boring ol’ grown up, I felt honored to be ever-so-briefly admitted to their wonderful world of girl play. I could have stayed all afternoon.

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Amelia, to know your gifts and have the courage to craft them at the age of 10 is remarkable. I can’t wait to see where these gifts take you and what you put into the world. I’m inspired by your tenacity. Also, when you open on Broadway someday, I’ll be the crazy lady in the back waving and cheering you on, so don’t have security summoned.

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Avi, I know you’re more comfortable behind the camera than you are in front of it. I get it, girl. Boy do I get it, but getting in front of the lens every once in awhile will make you a better photographer. You never EVER have to smile if it feels fake, just keep making your pictures. Keep creating. And for the love of Ginger Rogers, girl – dance. You have got IT.

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Family Life Session: Lend Me Some Sugar

Cupid creeps me out. I’m all for gods of Love, gods of Desire and gods of Chocolate-filled Confection, but a chubby, winged, naked baby boy wielding weaponry is the freak kind of character I’d expect to see in an E*Trade commercial during the Super Bowl. For the record, I think Santa has issues too, but that’s a whole other blog post.

For all its Hallmark-inspired flaws and grossly over-inflated flower prices, what I do love about Valentine’s Day is the opportunity it presents. You can be a complete idiot almost every other day of the year, but Valentine’s Day gives you that one obvious, can’t-miss chance to be a winner. It’s the lowest-hanging fruit of all the “buy-crap-for-people-to-show-them-you-love-them” holidays.

Even when the reason is contrived and mass-marketed, it never hurts to give someone some sugar. Even if it’s just for the guy who waits until the very last minute to merge when the road narrows to one lane, despite the bright orange warning signs and flashing lights for 3,000 feet. He probably just got dumped for being a bad driver with literacy issues, so spare him some sugar.

Valentine’s Day also serves as a photographic opportunity to look for the different kinds of love that can exist within a family. One of the families I photographed last fall and never got a chance to blog about (tsk-tsk!) is a great example of the moments you can look for. They’re a kaleidoscope of generations, experiences and ultimately, love.

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Their family’s story is inter-generational. Grandma Chon possesses the quiet strength and dignity you’d expect from a seasoned woman, but she plays and laughs with her grandchildren, Lily and Michael, with the unburdened alacrity of a much younger woman.

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Sibling LOVE

As a parent, the reason you use your camera the most is probably to capture those tender moments between siblings; the moments that will take the form of giant billboards in your walk down Memory Lane someday. While YOU will probably never need those photographs as a reminder of their special bond, someday THEY might need that reminder.

Lily and Michael are so very different from one another, but so very close. They can both dish it out knowing they will always have a buddy when the road gets bumpy.

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Unconditional LOVE

The love of a parent for a child goes in the category of things you can’t possibly understand until you experience them yourself…like Skittles and the Internet. This is my favorite kind of family dynamic to photograph because it’s in a state of constant metamorphosis. Photograph these moments as often as possible.

It’s those moments that happen after the session when the light is horrible, but a 5-year old boy leans into his dad for a kiss. It’s when a 7-year old girl clings to her rock of a mother on whom she depends to help her make sense of a rapidly changing Girl World, to share secrets and to snuggle before it’s not cool anymore.

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Material LOVE

Then of course, there’s the love of style. I love a girl who’s not afraid of a “statement shoe.”

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Michael’s current love is for his bike and his iPad. Sometimes things are going your way and sometimes The Angry Birds just aren’t that into you.

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Googly-eyed LOVE

I can never end a Family Life Session without photographing the root of it all. Julie and Andrew are a blog post until themselves. Their history together is long and beautiful, punctuated by the joys and trials we all have, but framed by a shared vision for their family. Simply put, Julie and Andrew are two peas in a very snuggly pod.

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Even though it’s Valentine’s Day and there are creepy, winged babies flying around with arrows aimed at your heart, consider this day your opportunity to photograph small moments of whatever kinds of love you have in your family; a grandparent’s hands wrapped around their grandchild’s, the messy, gluttonous love your son has for the box of chocolates he brings home from school, the bedtime story your husband does with the kids each night.

It’s all about the sugar.

Happy Valentine’s Day,

anderson

Family Life Session: Good Stock

When I was a kid, my dad used to tell me that I “came from good stock.” Though I always thought the phrase sounded more like I was descended from a herd of hearty, beer-drinking German cows, I can’t help but think of it when I’m back home; surrounded by all that good stock.

One of the perks of being passionate about photographing family life is that you feel so honored and excited to be able to do it for your own family. That was the case this past Christmas when I photographed my cousins’ Emily and Thomas’s baby girl, Mina. I hate to brag, but…oh, forget it. I love to brag. This here is gooooood stock, people:

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This one swims in the inconceivably cute end of the gene pool.

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And you can go ahead and roll your eyes when I tell you that Mina is one of those “good” babies who sleeps through the night. I think maybe she cried once or twice, but it was right after she was born, so she was probably just chilly.

Mina, along with all her cousins, makes our family’s stock richer. Though we are separated by many States, I am so grateful for my family’s special brand of uniqueness every day.

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Thomas and Emily, next time we are taking it up a notch and making sure you get all gussied up for a full-on family photo. Let’s show people how “good stock” does it: lake style!

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p.s. Mina, as you get older, you’ll hear stories of years past. What’s important to know here is that no matter what rumors you hear – I didn’t ALWAYS have to be Daisy Duke. Sometimes we all get stuck being Uncle Jesse.

 

Family Life Session: This Is The Good Stuff

It’s not that they do anything vastly different from the rest of us every weekend; the little league games, the birthday parties, cleaning up the house and the yard, cringing for just a millisecond when they hear the kids wake up too early on Saturday morning. It’s just that somehow, they look like they’re having more fun than the rest of us.

I had heard “through the grapevine” that this was going to be a family that was chock full of personality. They usually make their family photos on the beach every summer, but this year, they wanted something different. Music to my ears.

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To understand a family’s vibe, I like to start at their beginning – when they rooted themselves as a family of two. Jamie and Patty are peas in a pod – always have been, always will be. We all know marriage isn’t rainbows and unicorns, but after all these years, they giggle like a couple of teenagers who got caught under the bleachers at a football game.

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The irreplaceable ingredients to their Family Life : Sugar & Spice.

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Mason is all sweet sauce. He’s the kid you know looks out for the younger ones on the playground. He’s the athlete who plays the piano, the sensitive soul with silliness that escapes when you least expect it, the protective best buddy to his little sister. He will always have her back…even if it means he has to give her a noogie to let her know that.

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Delaney is the spicy sauce…and I adore her for it. As a kindergartener, she’s got the combination of charm and sass most adults wish we could muster when certain situations call for it: I imagine Delaney standing in line someday on Christmas Eve at an airline ticket counter and she’s not only gotten her flight rescheduled, but the flights of the 5 friends she made standing in an angry line. Whether she’s singing, dancing or doing her best Rapunzel impression, this spunky one provides the multiple exclamation points on her family’s story.

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My favorite part of our session was when Mason and Delaney were holding hands as they walked down a path. Patty turned to me and said with a wistful tone only mothers have when we recognize how fast a childhood is flying by, “That’s how they go to school.”

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*This* is the good stuff. And I know they give thanks for it – every.single.day.

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Family Life Session: Welcome To The Club

I warned her ahead of time: “I can’t wait to get my hands on that baby girl of yours.”

After the words came out of my mouth I realized I probably just sent a million red flags up in the air for a first time mother, but after we met at a local coffee shop a few weeks later to talk about everything Wendy wanted her family’s upcoming photo session to be, I knew she was no ordinary new mother. Looking like she’d enjoyed a full night’s rest, Wendy breezed in with precious 4 month old Anna effortlessly in tow. Within just a few minutes, we were talking like we’d known each other for years and I remember wondering on my way home, “Why didn’t she slur her speech and forget where she was in mid-sentence like I used to when my daughters were 4 months old?” – Because even when she feels like she’s hanging by a thread, she’s still got it together – that’s why.

When you’re a first time parent, it’s easy to freak out about everything from a single dog hair on a pacifier to a single Lego block within a 20 ft radius of your pristine progeny. Mark and Wendy just sort of skipped that whole neurotic-first-time-parent phase and went straight to the “we got this” phase that is normally reserved for parents who have been there/done that. In the club sport that is parenting, they’re a team who have got each other’s backs.

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Mark cradles their sweet girl not with the unsure hands of a nervous dad, but with the confidence of a man who knows he is exactly where he is supposed to be.

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Wendy’s unflappable personality seems to have been genetically passed on to Anna because the two of them have a rhythm that is free of fuss and frill. Instinctively, Wendy knows what Anna needs and when she needs it.

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On the outside, they’re a young, ridiculously good-looking family navigating the joys and rigors of family life in a new town. On the inside, they are brimming with big goals, plans for the future and a healthy dose of good humor.

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And now, this is the part where I show you loads of cute baby pictures.

Warning: Excessive viewing of super cute babies has been unscientifically linked to an increase in blubbering and blathering on about how fast your own kids have grown. Proceed with caution.

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Mark, Wendy and Anna – you know how much I enjoyed spending time with your family this past fall. I can’t wait to get my hands on that baby girl again soon!

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Made in Texas

Texas and I have an understanding: Texas occasionally gives me some of the dearest friends I’ve ever had in my life. In turn, I express my gratitude with hairstyles that are occasionally too poofy and speech that is occasionally too lazy. As a bonus, Texas also exports Lyle Lovett to the DC area every summer for which I am always grateful.

A few years ago, Texas sent me a family that has become near and dear to my own. Then recently, ostensibly to make sure I appreciated the concept of irony, my very own home state of Indiana ruthlessly stole them away. Well played, Indiana. Well played.

Before Aaron and Emily embarked on what was a lifelong dream for Aaron to attend graduate school at Notre Dame, I spent some time photographing them with their young daughters…and telling them how brutally wicked a northern Indiana winter could be. Can you blame me?

A West Point graduate, Aaron honorably fought for our freedoms. With a strength and respect for the fragility of life that only military wives truly understand, Emily is the bedrock their family is built upon. While we’re talking about emotionally charged topics, I should also mention he cooks a rack of lamb to die for and she has a weirdly encyclopedic knowledge of John Hughes films. You can see why it all just works.

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Among Aaron and Emily’s many collective talents, they have a knack for producing outrageously cute progeny. Meet Annie.

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And Eleanor.

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Together, they are raising daughters who will someday go out into the big wide world with the life tools of humor, work ethic and faith. And ridiculously blue eyes.

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Their story began in high school and has weathered overseas deployments, the upheaval that children bring, and all the other twists and turns that are part of Family Life. Nobody laughs through all of it, but they come close.

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Aaron and Emily, I hope you are freezing your ear muffs off in Indiana right now. I miss you terribly.

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Fun with Jax and Skye

See Jax.

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See Skye.

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See Jax laugh.

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See Skye giggle.

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See Jax and Skye star in their very own GAP ads…someday.

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See Jax and Skye crack me up in their head shot outtakes.

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See Jax and Skye melt hearts with just one look.

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Jax and Skye, you are both talented, confident, whip-smart kids. Your parents have dedicated their lives to cultivating your very best selves and it shows.

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It was a treat for me to spend a few mornings hanging out with you and making your head shots together. I can’t wait to play again soon!

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Good Things Come in Fours

Full disclosure: I love these people to pieces. My kids trash their house and I drink their beer on a fairly regular basis. Where I come from, this is one of the highest compliments one can give.

Everyone knows good things come in fours. The proof:

1) The Beatles
2) The A-Team
3) The Golden Girls
4) ABBA

And then there are the Little Girls Lewis.

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Yep, count ‘em.

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That’s 4x the hair bows, frocks and eventually – Midol. It’s the clickety-clack of eight feet galloping up and down hardwood stairs in dress-up shoes, snow boots and eventually – high heels. It’s the cacophony of screams, squeals, sobs and laughter of childhood that will fortify the bonds of their adult sisterhood. As parents, it’s what some of us secretly wish we were skilled and sane enough to handle.

So when Tara told me she was pregnant with Lidia, I thought I could either:

a) bestow on them an average lasagna and an above-average bottle of wine after the birth

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b) capture the swirling, beautiful chaos around them.

Though the lasagna would feed them for a night or two, I wanted to give them something that didn’t require refrigeration, dirty dishes or Imodium: the memory of their own unique brand of beautiful chaos intertwined with gratitude for this tiny new life.

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Plus, my lasagna kinda sucks.

There’s the perfectly normal chaos you’d expect from a gaggle of girls who are excited about the birth of their sister…

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But there are also rare moments of stillness.

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If these fleeting moments were food, they would be the tender meaty morsels that fill you up and sustain you long after the sugar crash of daily family mayhem has run its course. In the realm of parenting, these quiet moments are the ones where you know in your bones you are doing absolutely everything right for once, so you bask indulgently in it…

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…until someone pierces that placid moment with a howl that beckons, “I neeeeeeed help wiiiiiiping!”.

Lidia, you have been given two parents who have cast a wide net of faith and love not just upon your family, but upon friends and strangers alike. As the youngest of four sisters, you will have an unbreakable and unique connection with each of them, probably forged in the sisterly bonds of shared secrets, forgiveness and Aquanet. Like learning to recognize good wine, it will take you years to discover and appreciate these gifts.

While we’re on the subject of gifts, you also happen to have the blood of a genuine Greenbay Packers fan in your veins.

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My unsolicited advice to you, little one: Don’t go falling in love with a Bears fan someday or you’re going to have a Montague-Capulet-sized problem to deal with. If that ever happens though, just give me a call and we’ll talk through it…maybe over lasagna.

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