




I get in moods people. And it only seems natural to carry them through an entire shoot. Sometimes I realize what path I'm on, sometimes it just sort of takes over. For this shoot of TWELVE kids and their respective mothers, I apparently felt the need to take things down to fundamentals... close up... detail portraits. It's not what I thought I'd be doing there. I thought I'd be getting all these gorgeously candid artsy shots of the kids running through this fantastic back yard. But for whatever reason the kids weren't playing where I thought they would - or I wasn't in the right place - whatever happened, I ended up with a ton of portraits. But I like portraits, so it worked out for me.


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