{Harvest Festival}

{Shoe Fetish}

Am I allowed to lust after kid shoes? Is it sick that my daughter has an incredible collection of Livie and Luca's when my own feet (a size larger after my two pregnancies) don't even have a pair of sensible pumps to call their own?

{My Muse}

I love the fog. It makes everything feel so mysterious. So while waiting for carpool pickup, I forced my toddler—dressed in her new 4T pants, which are way too big—to stand in the middle of our dirt road for a photo. I was going for something enigmatic. But my toddler, my muse, the main victim (focus?) of my photos, has recently decided that she gets to call the shots in front of the camera. This is her pose. I love it. What do you think?

{Sad Faces}

An amazing portrait photographer, Dmitri Kasterine (his portraits show up at places like the Smithsonian, but you can see his work on his active blog), plays an awful lot of tennis at the courts behind my house. This means he has the privilege of watching me walk my girls home at the end of the day, when at least one of them is screeching or emitting some equally loud noise. We wave, we smile. And sometimes we chat. I told him about my blog and when he checked it out he made one of those compliments that feels a little like an insult: "People like to look good and you do that." So I thought he might appreciate this photo of my fevered, crying toddler. And one of my favorites, of my grandmother. There was something both haunting and beautiful about seeing my nona, in the last months of her life, meeting my baby, who was just beginning hers.

{The Postcards Are Here!}

The talented Elissa Josse, package designer/invitation maker/awesome mommy/generous friend created these lovely promo cards for me. Aren't they the cutest?