i die..

all kinds of deaths over this series...
precious, so precious!
nik

meet Kyndall

Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining stars to you
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you
a community blessing.


look at her little rosebud mouth...she was so relaxed the entire session...what a perfect Christmas gift.
xo
nik

more master Ryker...

my goodness...he looks just like his adorable brother...oh no....
poor mama, now she has double trouble...more adorableness and nts nts on the way (;
xo
nik

meet Ryker jett.

a little trivia for you...
Ryker's mom has memories of visiting her
great-grandparents (Ryker's great-great's) ... who lived in our house,

honestly she is too nice to say, but she probably mostly remembers
the pink and peach tile...that is still here... gracing our bathrooms,
oh, only around 50 years later. sigh.

Ryker's great-great aunt still lives right around the corner from us.
appropriate don't you think that master Ryker should come here..
"in-studio" to get is newbie photos done?
I think so (:
nik

meet silas.

I don't know...if you are going to pick a name for your son...
I love the name Silas, it is connected to such an amazing story...


It goes like this....
there were two men: Paul and Silas
they were on their way to a place of prayer,
a slave girl,
who had a spirit that predicted the future--fortune-telling.
followed them shouting..

“These men are servants of the Most High God, who are telling you the way to be saved.”

this troubled Paul, who said to the spirit,
“In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to come out of her!”
and immediately, the spirit left her.

The slave girls owners, ticked their income was gone,
seized Paul and Silas , dragged them to the marketplace
had them stripped, beaten, thrown into prison, feet in stocks.

After all this ,Paul and Silas, in prison,
were praying and singing hymns to God...

when there was a violent earthquake
and all the prison doors flew open.
the jailer, was about to kill himself
thinking the prisoners had escaped...
Paul shouted, “Don’t harm yourself! We are all here!”

The jailer fell before Paul and Silas, and asked.
“Sirs, what must I do to be saved?”

They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will
be saved—you and your household.” he believed in God—he and his whole family.


I just like the story..it's interesting to me...on more than one level...
I would tell the story to my son, if he were named silas...
but I am just quirky like that.
nik

sanni

was about one pound when she was born...

and now, she has her little ears pierced...
amazing miracle.

meet sanni.

so Kenny Wayne, sanni's daddy, works with Bruce,
and naturally anyone Bruce thinks a lot of...I take notice,
because it just so happens I think a lot of Bruce...
I am supper sappy, and Bruce just can't stand it (in fact, calls it "slobber")...
but I happen to think my hubby is brilliant, kind, gracious,tender-hearted,
accepting, wise, forgiving and funny...

he really sees something special in Kenny.
May God bless you, and your family, Kenny, Atavia and Sanni...
isn't she just precious?!
xo
nik

meet Jax.

what a total honor...
about 3 years ago, when I moved back here from Montana,
I met baby Jax's mama and daddy...
they graciously let me shoot their wedding.
My very first digital wedding!
I had just started using photoshop,
and "going digital" scared me to death.
They had total unwavering faith in me...
it's just something you will never forget...

and now...they welcomed beautiful baby jax...
what a blessing to share in a small way, their love story...
xo
nik

camera vs. photoshop

So, if I had to choose my camera over photoshop...
or photoshop over camera...
camera/photoshop
photoshop/camera
hmmmm....
I can't do it...I love to shoot...I LOVE to edit...
BUT I can't edit without shooting...
it's like diet coke vs. chocolate...can you really choose one over the other?
no.

truly. I need to go to bed.
xo
nik

more luke...

so sweet.

nik

meet little master luke.

really...

just perfection...
perfeicao!
nik

birdie.

because I get some work done...then it's play time...
it's a great system...kinda like kindergarten, I guess...
oh well.
nik

meet dawsyn.

she has a shabby chic bedroom y'all...

just precious.

look at those little pouty lips.

love it.
nik

more levi...

just "working"...LOL

who am I kidding!!!
nik

meet little levi.

what a doll!
Daddy, Mama, and even Grandma all lent a helping hand during the session...
it was a completely "chill" experience, as in the slang way,
a state of being surprisingly content with or in an unfamiliar place.
relaxed.
go with the flow.
not worried about the little things.
calm.

not to be confused Webster's"chill", as in,
coldness, especially a moderate but uncomfortably penetrating coldness,
tending to cause shivering.

"be cool yo!"
nik

mr. jack...

so my "assist" met baby jack's parents...and instantly loved them...

before I knew it she was making herself comfortable in this chair...

and had put Jeff (mr. jack's daddy) to work, bouncing my light...
and y'all he was actually very very good at it!!
I would have hired him...and fired my assist...
but I don't pay her...
so it didn't seem prudent...

Meghan (mr. jack's mama) was totally relaxed...
and juggled everything else...
all the while I think my assist must have still been sitting in the chair...
I tell you it looked like a small explosion had happened out back...
but just the same, I had a ball...and really isn't that what it is all about?
LOL...you know I LOVE you Mimi, and will retire as soon as we
don't crack ourselves up anymore!!!!
xo
nik

sweet dreaming

meet jack.

do you think a wee little one can be "cool"?  I do believe it's possible.
nik

motherhood.

being a mom...
absolutely nothing like it...
amazing.
nik

meet Emma Grace.

she is a cherub.



from the mouths of little children and infants, you have created praise.
nik

meet Logan.

his daddy is a hunter.
hunting people can understand this, when you are a real hunter....
you kill things and put them on your wall...
I feel slightly qualified to ruminate on this...

I mean, I did live in Montana for 10 years...not to mention,
my baby sister and best friend...
is married to a hunter-man...
which means lots of stuffed dead animals RIP
at my sisters house, in little ole' hanford, ca:
a black wildebeest
a blue wildebeest
a silver fox
a nyala
two impalas
a warthog
a black bear
two bucks
a wild boar
a Canadian goose

annnnddddd in the rug department we have:
a blue wildebeest rug
a blesbuck rug (had NO clue what this was until mr. google)
a zebra rug
a bear rug
and a very nice Pier-one-import jute rug (which, I think she should let me have since it clashes terribly with the warthog...just sayin').

my boys, think their uncle brooks, with his guns and his wild games
of chase/safe house, is just totally terrific...

as, I am sure Logan will completely admire his daddy...

a new story begins...
nik