My terrible habit of always being ten minutes late got the better of me when I forgot to bring my camera for our weekend away. I realized it when we were on the other side of the Midtown Tunnel and it was too late to go home and pick up my gear bag. I missed having it but for the first time in ages I just existed in a moment without the feeling that I had to record every move. I always put this irrational pressure on myself to be constantly photographing. Instead of watching through my viewfinder I just listened to my baby laugh, chased her around and let myself be hypnotized by the rhythm of the ocean. But, I am a photographer after all so naturally my iPhone filled in a little.
I love the spontaneity of iPhoneography so I always choose to leave my horizons crooked instead of straightening them out using apps. I love these tiny imperfections that I wouldn't dream of leaving in a photograph captured by my dslr.
She loves when we chase her and her dad is never too far behind.
The view from the parking lot at the beach. Not bad.
Our yard after a storm. And check it out last winter with snow.
Hunting for seashells and sticks for drawing pictures in the sand.
And back home sweet home.