Monthly Archives: December 2013

Parenthood is a Constant and Continual War of Attrition

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Jooste Household, Philadelphia, PA December 2013 BAM! Another binky hits the floor in protest. The sound echoes through the apartment and hits my eardrum like a sledgehammer. This is a new game: throw the binky on the floor, mom or dad comes in to retrieve it, clean it, and replace it. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Eventually, […]

Joy: A Snapshot

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South 13th Street, Philadelphia “Miracle on 13th Street” December, 2013 I took this while caroling with friends in South Philadelphia the other night and did almost no post-processing on it. I simply love this shot: the joy in this woman’s face as we showed up at her doorstep, rung the bell, and commenced “Jingle Bells” […]

Philadelphia Macy’s Christmas Light Show: Now and Then

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My daughter will most likely have only vague -if any- memories of her first visit to the Macy’s Light Show today. My own memories of the show (and Santa train ride along the bannister of the Mezzanine level, which no longer exists) seemed distant until I was holding my daughter and watching that old Frosty […]

Sealed with a Kiss

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Delaware, December 2013 Dave said it was wonderful working with this beautiful couple, while I was at home with the baby, who had just had her six-month shots. I’ve loved going through each and every one, and witnessing the love these two obviously have for each other. We wish them a lifetime of happiness and […]

I am convinced our daughter thinks everyone she loves lives in a small white box.

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When Tamzin came into this world, red-faced and screaming, my iPhone, held by the anesthetist’s assistant, was probably one of the first objects she saw after the doctor’s scalpel. From that moment on, hundreds of moments each and every day have been captured by this phone, which I affectionately dubbed my “AiPhone”. “Ai” in Mandarin […]

Instead of Chess

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So Dave and I crept into our six-month old daughter’s room on Friday night at about 10 o’clock, and stood next to her crib, giggling like a couple of adolescents high on Pop Rocks. “She’s so cute – let’s play with her,” I stage-whispered. “But, she’s sleeping,” my husband countered. ->Three-second pause in which both […]