I’ll admit it, I still have a ton of stuff stashed away at my parents’ house. Boxes of stuffed animals, old mixed tapes, my favorite movies on VHS – even a stray fanny pack or two. I have tried to clean out some of these things, but it’s so hard to part with, or find somewhere else to store these memories from my childhood. But during one of these purges, I did find a bucket full of stamps. Rubber stamps. As in the kind you use with ink pads.
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Ask Oliver how old he is and he’ll show you three fingers. He’ll even count them up for you if you ask. It’s incredible to me that I’ve been documenting this sweet little boy for almost three years now. And in the tradition we started when Oliver turned one, we made a quick stop at a nearby church where we snapped Oliver at the three marker.
I’m usually a full-color, bold and bright type of gal, but I do love me some black and white. A couple of weeks ago I went to the inspiring Who Shot Rock & Roll exhibit at the Annenberg Space for Photography, where many of the images on display were black and white. One of the most beautiful photos was a platinum palladium print of Mick Jagger, inspiring me to do an all black and white post. And I figured there wouldn’t be a better time to do this than with a newborn session.