Kim, Ro & June at the Lake

“I want to take photos on the hammock mommy”

we were walking up from the pier and sweet Rosie chimed in with what she wanted for their photographs…” I want to take photos on the hammock mommy” my heart paused, because I knew there was something special about to unfold. I have always expressed that my true clients are the children…these photographs are for them years from now…and to think, Ro was creating alongside of me I knew there would be something beautiful to come with this….the fog covered us and their bright colored outfits a midst their special place at the lake felt so fitting. there was a certain depth to what I was experiencing behind my lens and I could feel in my heart this was about to shift the way that these little girls & their momma viewed this weekend together at the lake. Kim, Rosie & June, your bond together is beautiful, holy and full of love…never lose sight of the bright colors a midst the fog.

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a reminder.

Yesterday my mom sent me this photo of my cousin Rachel and I in her backyard. I was immediately taken back to a flood of memories, my cousins side yard, the sleepovers and family meals, the garage sales and late nights begging for ‘just one more hour”. The simplicity of our humble beginnings as a crazy family.  After seeing this photo I can remember all these moments & how they felt, at some point in being an adult I forgot about this joy I had as a child… like standing on a bench getting sprayed with water, and all the fleeting memories we had growing up. It made me want to find away to bring this little girl with her hands on her knees laughing back into my everyday…to experience life freely.   When my mom sent me this photo & the feeling that washed over me, completely touched to why Our Days is so important. The days you are experiencing right now as a family, will be cherished in a very tangible way as your children pick up the photographs and are taken back to the here & now with such joy and gratitude. Don’t miss these moments, they mean more than you even know.  - Jessica Eileen

Yesterday my mom sent me this photo of my cousin Rachel and I in her backyard. I was immediately taken back to a flood of memories, my cousins side yard, the sleepovers and family meals, the garage sales and late nights begging for ‘just one more hour”. The simplicity of our humble beginnings as a crazy family.

After seeing this photo I can remember all these moments & how they felt, at some point in being an adult I forgot about this joy I had as a child… like standing on a bench getting sprayed with water, and all the fleeting memories we had growing up. It made me want to find away to bring this little girl with her hands on her knees laughing back into my everyday…to experience life freely.

When my mom sent me this photo & the feeling that washed over me, completely touched to why Our Days is so important. The days you are experiencing right now as a family, will be cherished in a very tangible way as your children pick up the photographs and are taken back to the here & now with such joy and gratitude. Don’t miss these moments, they mean more than you even know.

- Jessica Eileen

the hodges at home

theres something about the certain bonds of family…from the parents, to siblings…dad & daughter, momma & son… watching the dynamics of these four is something special.

theres something about the certain bonds of family…from the parents, to siblings…dad & daughter, momma & son… watching the dynamics of these four is something special.

why.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images.

Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams”

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