[disclaimer- UNedited preview of Danielle and Josh’s wedding photos! I wanted to at least get a preview up before I start packing and moving this weekend! stay tuned for the final pictures next week!! :)]
My cousin Jack’s senior pictures! Wow times flies….I cannot believe he is old enough to be graduating high school and heading off to IU in the fall. Crazy. Congrats Jack! And good luck!!
more examples of book cover designs. working on building my portfolio. :)
A mock book cover for an undisclosed 3rd book in a series by bestselling scottish author Samantha Young. I haven’t read them yet, but her books all look and sound fabulous! her page can be found here: http://www.samanthayoungbooks.com. The brief i found was looking for an image to complete the set, but with dark curly hair, and I had so much fun taking the pictures and imagining the next story, that I went ahead and created an entire mock cover with my own invented title and tagline. The first two books are called “Down London Road” and “On Dublin Street” though, so I feel like I took a pretty creative and educated guess. Being a bit of an anglophile probably helps a bit. ;)
a book review: on favorites, classics, and life.
“Alice I have Been” by Melanie Benjamin. Read it. Go, now, to a library, or your nook, or amazon, and get a copy of this fabulous book. As I create a place of honor on my bookshelf for the novel that I read from start to finish in one mind numbing, blurry, dreamy afternoon, I think to myself, I loved this book. I mean really loved it. Of all the books I’ve ever read in my life, which are countless, believe me, there are really only a few that I have really and truly loved with the whole messy puzzling wonderful range of human emotion. There are books that we read because we should, books that we read for the writing itself, books that we read for the story itself, those that we read to escape, because we want to laugh, or need a good cry, for the shameless fun of it, and to learn. But this book was different. It had all of that and more. Part history lesson, part magical tale, part fact and part fiction, this book was all true. And this book was breathtaking-literally at one point I was sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe- aching, beautiful, wonderful, tragic, and enchanting, and I am completely enamored with it.
It was heart breaking. And I sobbed. And laughed. And rejoiced. Because it was also magical and wonderful and true and fictitious and real all at once. I just love it. There are some books in which you lose yourself as you peruse their fantastical shores, some in which you find yourself, and some special few in which you do both. You lose yourself in the magic and mystery of this book, of the story of Alice, the real and the fictional, of the history, the reality and the wonder of it all. But you find yourself too; your spirit, your inspiration, your passion, your own joys and thrills and heartbreak and grief, your own uncertainties about life and love and happiness and how you can feel so many things at once. This-this ability of mesmerizing books and truly gifted writers, to weave stories that are powerful and made up, but still as real as today and tomorrow and yesterday, as cold rain and as warm sunshine, as real as love and pain and hope and joy and suffering-this is the true wonderland. It is beauty and heartache and life. And it is fascinating and impossible, thrilling, terrifying, and totally unexplainable. But that is life. That is real. That is wonderland.
Curioser and curiouser, life is illogical. Truth is stranger than any fiction we can dream up. And that, that is why we all love wonderland. This story has been around for over a hundred years, immortalizing and outliving its creator and its muse. It is cherished and loved, and it permeates the world today. And it was just a simple story, made up on the spot, like so many countless others in a quirky life, to amuse three children on a lazy afternoon. And yet this story remains; it persists, it is special. Why? Because in that moment when real life does not make sense, when we feel like the rug has been pulled from our feet and we are falling endlessly down the rabbit hole, or watching, befuddled, as a mad hatter worthy tea party scene unfolds in real life, as we try to make sense of the beautiful messy, illogical puzzle that is this reality, we remember Alice, all that she has been and could be, her dreams and her daring, her puzzling adventures on the other side of the looking glass, all the impossible things she believed before breakfast, and we know that we are not alone.
this gorgeous girl is the grand-daughter of my mom’s cousin….i haven’t a clue what that makes her to me, other than a stinkin cutie pie! I was lucky enough to get to spend last saturday afternoon with her three month old self taking some lovely portraits. she screamed and cried a lot, but i still think she’s just the cutest thing. ok i’m done gushing now. the end. :)
My entries for the cover of a book called the house we grew up in! Many thanks to my cousin Julie for posing and my cousin Liz for letting us borrow her bedroom window!! :) Fingers crossed that the images get utilized!
introducing….baby miles!! this adorable little munchkin is the first baby of two of my very good friends! we have all been so excited to meet him (and in my case, take his portraits! haha) he is just going to be the most spoiled and showered with love baby on the planet, but we like to think that’s a good thing. thanks for letting me share in your little bundle of joy becca & josh! and congratulations!
Teacup Masquerade
Teacup Masquerade
“and all the stars…” part of the Teacup Masquerade copyright EA Photography
bloomington= glow stick dancing, masks, bright lights, lovely city, getting lost, searching for wifi, searching for north, driving around like I own the place, spicy greek food, walking around the square, meeting new friends, starbucks, staying with old friends, baby hedgehog, maps, old books, new books, the hierarchy of geekdom (i’m not quite at the top), crayon art, local bands, degrees of separation, monroe lake, incredible darkness, crazy adventure, awesome art, hula hoop dancers, a haunted bus that scared me even though I saw it coming, delicious ice cream, beating the line, baklava, cheese on fire, jamming to 80s rock, hanging apples (instead of bobbing for them), staying out late, similar art, book stores with ladders, elephant-ception, lots of rocks, tons of restaurants, tons of people, animals rustling, laughing, pointing, laying on the car, wrapping ourselves in blankets, seeing shooting stars (for the first time), escaping the light, searching for (and never finding) the moon, streaks of light from cars, creative[crazy] ideas, starlight that looks like sunsets, living it up. and ALL the stars!
