Five months after I took Nora's 2-year-old portraits on the beach in the Florida, I'm finally ready to share them. Our trip was such an emotional and significant one—we knew it was our last visit with my grandma before she passed away—that I didn't have the heart to edit these photos. But I've been working on Nora's baby book lately, and it was time to open up this folder again. I'm so glad I did.
Nora's portraits are never what I plan or expect. She does her own thing, and her own thing is always so much more her than I could ever have staged. She is joyful, bounding, brave and mischievous. I love her salty, wind-whipped hair, which is now surfer-girl blond after the summer, and can practically hear her singing Frozen songs as she dances across the sand in these images. But mostly they remind me of how she and her sister made Grandma laugh for some of the last times in her life during this trip.
Here are Nora's previous portraits: arrival, birth announcement, 1 month, 2 months, 3 months, 4 months, 5 months, 6 months, 7 months, 8 months, 9 months, 10 months, 11 months, 1 year and 15 months.
For information on Fall 2014 portrait sessions, click here. To view my portrait portfolio, click here and here.
Oh, those eyes! I had a late summer session at the Raulston Arboretum in Raleigh a few weeks ago with this little guy and his family. We had so much fun capturing his brand-new sitting skills. Here are a few of my favorite images from that morning.
Care to join me for a session at the arboretum or another location of your choice around the Triangle this fall? It may still be 85 degrees here, but it's already time to start thinking about getting photos for your holiday cards.
I still have a few openings for mini sessions on October 11 at the arboretum. You can find more information about the minis here. Please book soon, as space is limited.
I also have some availability for full sessions this fall. You can find more information here. Send me a note to book.
Want to see more of my work? Check out my portrait portfolio and the portrait section of my blog. Hope to work with you this fall!
My mother-in-law gave me a funny look when I rattled off the activities my solo weekend in Colorado entailed.
"I thought you might...sleep in or something?" she said. But seriously. Who could sleep in when there are kid-free mountain adventures awaiting? Certainly not I.
After catching sunrise from Red Rocks Amphitheatre, my sister and I headed to the patio at Highlands Cork & Coffee for mochas and bagel sandwiches that were so good we have yet to stop talking about them. Then we took my ginger-haired niece and nephew dogs for a walk around this lovely reservoir at Denver's Crown Hill Park (below).
By the time my brother-in-law rolled up from work, we had all our camping gear piled by the door and were lacing up our boots. We drove several hours south through two of my favorite areas: South Park (the grassland basin, not the show) and the Upper Arkansas River Valley. The views here are BIG. From the back seat, my ginger seatmates and I enjoyed watching the storms broiling over distant mountains and not-so-distant cattle ranches.
Our destination? The Angel of Shavano Campground in the Sawatch Range, which greeted us with a double rainbow and a camp host who tipped us off to the best site to catch first light creeping over the mountains.
The night was quiet and clear, and we did indeed have the best view of sunrise.
From here we hopped on the Colorado Trail, which took us up along the valley of the North Fork of the South Arkansas River (confused yet?). If I have my bearings right, the Sangre de Christo Range is in the distance, with Hunts Peak on the left.
The trail also took us through a massive stand of aspen and a glorious, wildflower-filled alpine meadow.
You may recognize my fantastic hosts from the engagement session I posted here earlier this year. (You can also check out the posts from my previous Colorado trip for their February mountain wedding here, here and here.)
I had passed by Salida a few times over the years but never stopped to visit its historic downtown. I almost regret stopping on our way home...because now I'm obsessing over it. Salida is mountain biking country. And rafting country. And skiing country. And art country. Okay, most Colorado is, but I really liked Salida. It's a tiny, cash-or-check-only-please kind of town with a lot of character. We grabbed a post-hike lunch at Ploughboy, then stopped for coffee at Cafe Dawn before walking around town.
The sky during our drive back up to Denver was at least as stunning as on the way down.
I'm Julia Soplop. I've spent my life documenting the world around me in writing and photography. I believe there is something profound in bearing witness to moments of joy and pain in others’ lives. My husband, three girls and I live outside of Chapel Hill, NC. You can read more about me here.