“To the outside world, we grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.” – Clara Ortega
On Thanksgiving, I dragged my siblings out into our backyard to get a good photo. Since we’re spread out across the country, I don’t see them nearly enough these days. And I remembered this photo series and thought it would be so cool to take a photo of us every year, as we get older.
Recently a friend on Instagram posted that quote (above) about siblings, and it has stuck with me ever since. Although sibling relationships can be a tricky business, with mine, it’s always been pretty effortless. I count myself super lucky to be related to these three characters.
I consider myself lucky to live close to one of my siblings. My brother Josh has lived in the Bay Area for about 10 years and I used to visit him any chance I got. It was during those trips that I fell in love with San Francisco. I was always so sad to leave.
Now that he has a baby, I’m even more grateful to live close. Wyatt knows me, which is something I don’t take for granted. Last Saturday, the three of us shared pancakes at Howard’s and went shopping for records at Amoeba. I can’t wait until Wyatt and I can have long chats.
Photos taken near Haight Street and Amoeba Records, San Francisco.
Last weekend, we had an extra day off so we took advantage of the beautiful California winter and went for a hike. Starting at Sutro Baths, there is an easy hike along the coast. Dogs are allowed on-leash so Mater got to come along. It’s amazes me that you can be within a major American city and still have access to so much nature. That’s what makes San Francisco so special, I think.
p.s. Photography blogger Helena La Petite has some helpful information about mastering exposure (something I’m still very much working on). Her blog is lovely, too.
In case you didn’t know, summers in San Francisco are cold. My birthday is on the 2nd, so I’ve always associated this time of year with heat and pool parties and flag cakes (my birthday cake of choice, usually lovingly prepared by my mother). So you might imagine how wrong it feels to bundle up on the 4th of July in a coat and scarf. Luckily, our friends have roof access in their building so we celebrated the day with a rooftop cookout. I even made my own flag cake. F-you, cold weather. It was an unusually clear July evening (read: no fog) and we were high up enough to see the fireworks from the Golden Gate Bridge after sundown. It’s no boat ride on a lake during the Missouri heat, but it’ll do.
Welcome! Let’s start here: I am not a designer, nor am I a photographer. Those distinctions belong to my husband and brother, respectively. To be honest, I’ve never thought of myself as a creative in the traditional sense of the word. I like food and girl talk and wine and baking and throwing dinner parties and spending time with my family. And recently, I’ve become really fascinated by beautiful photography. Enter my sweet husband, Jason, who listened to my not-so-subtle hints about wanting a real camera – a digital SLR – for my 31st birthday. I want to learn enough to be able to take photos on something besides my iPhone, and that maybe those photos could look really pretty.
I started this blog as a place to put these photographs and as a way to document our life – our friends and family here in San Francisco, back home in Missouri, and all the places in between. I think of the images on this blog as little life post cards, little snippets from here and there. Come back again soon.