alyssa | class of 2015

Sometimes I feel rather selfish when it comes to taking photos. See, what my unsuspecting subjects don’t realize is that part of the experience is just the opportunity I seize to spend time with them.

I’ve spent a lot of time with my sister the past few years taking photos. We’ve shot a few weddings together and while most of the day is spent focusing on the bride and groom (which is literally my favorite part), I’ve had the chance to spend time with her and it’s been fun. Well, mostly fun. Sometimes a little scary. But mostly fun.

I was really thankful we got to spend more time together recently when she let me be a part of capturing Alyssa for her senior portraits.

I always love watching the mom when I’m working with a senior. I typically see a mixture of pride and sadness; the whole experience is rather bittersweet, I think. So while I was happy I got to take pictures, I was also thankful Nikki was able to experience those mom emotions hovering over Alyssa with an umbrella on a rainy Saturday and helping her to avoid poison ivy as we trekked through the woods behind their house. We call it out back but I knew you wouldn’t know what that was. We just say, “let’s go out back.”

Anyway, sometimes I’ll ask a senior to look at his or her mom and I love the variety of looks I get. Alyssa may have stuck her tongue out once or twice (and there may have been a couple dirty looks) but those moments when she’s really laughing, she’s glancing at mom. That, or I told a hilarious joke. I do that, too.

I love this girl. I love her mom. I’m glad we spent this bittersweet time together.

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