Monday, May 30, 2011

Self portrait

I don't know why but the light in the car is often dreamy.

Yes, I'm trying to grow my hair out. Yes, I just about chop it off every weekend. And then I get a picture of myself looking like this on a good hair day and feel good about my decision to let it linger a little longer. I'm trying to grow it out for Locks of Love. So once that pony tail gets to 10 inches you can kiss those curls goodbye.... probably.

love, ali

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Some recent shots and update on me

This week I photographed my first "newborn" (although this beautiful little girl is almost a month old). It was a fun experience. I wasn't sure what to expect but at least a few of them turned out pretty cute. I also figured out how to use collages. Woo hoo! All my favorite photography blogs have cute collages and I finally got a template so I can use them on mine. It's always fun learning something new.

I was so honored when my friend Magen asked me to photograph her cute family before her husband deploys next week. The love they have for each other and for their children is palpable and I hope it showed in the photos.

Life is good. I've been taking a lot of photos and spending a lot of time doing to the things that make me happy. Namely photographing people I love, sewing, taking my babies to the park and watching Amerian Idol with Zach. Now if the weather would warm up enough to go to the pool... But I'm not complaining.

love, ali

Friday, May 20, 2011

My beautiful Jess...

I wish I could get married again... to the same man of course! So then I could wear this dress. Like I've said before, photographing someone you love is always so rewarding. And it doesn't hurt if she's also one of the most photogenic people ever born.

love, ali

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Run forrest

I've been running again. Like almost every day. I was lucky enough to have an opportunity to join a team for the Ragnar Relay happening in June and I really can not wait. And this time around I'm realizing why I run and some of my reasons may surprise you... or not.

First and foremost, I love what running does to my body. I'm at a point in my training where my body is really starting to change from a visual standpoint. I can't help it. I am a woman and I am vain and running slims me down as nothing else can. And it's not just the actual running. Throughout the day when I'm making decisions between fruit and chips, or yogurt and doughnuts, I am consistently choosing the healthier option. There's something about seeing results that makes me want to see more results.

Secondly, running makes me feel like a bad ass. I know that sounds like a weird reason to run but when I see people running not only do they usually look great but I always think "now there's someone who's got it together." Obviously I know that just because you run doesn't automatically mean you've got a great life. But when you're taking care of your body there's a good chance you're just taking care of business in other areas of your life as well. And so as I'm out there, cranking my Kanye and doing my thing, I just feel like the cool kid at school. Hopefully that doesn't ironically make me a total dork.

Thirdly, running gives me confidence. It's hard and the first mile ALWAYS sucks. ALWAYS. Period. The end. There's no getting around it. But there's always a first mile and that first mile is probably why most people don't run. Because it's hard. And you're pushing through pain while you're lungs and your muscles adjust to accomplish what you're asking them to do. But after that first mile, when my breathing slows down and my blood is pumping at a normal rate, I always, ALWAYS feel so good. And afterwards, I just can't even explain how great life is after a good long run. It's always better. The sun is always shining brighter because I've done something hard and I'm proud of myself.

I'm not the worlds fastest runner but I'm going to keep doing it and keep working on being faster because the truth is that I love myself when I run. It's me at my best.

love, ali

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

J + B continued

Beautiful couple, inside and out. Stay tuned for some gorgeous bridals from this girl.

love, ali

Monday, May 16, 2011

Why I do what I do

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

~Henri Cartier-Bresson

Friday, May 13, 2011

Just a small moment

There was this beautiful moment today. We were playing catch in the living room. You are ALWAYS wanting to play catch. There is this green, plush football with a tail and we throw it, back and forth all day long. And most of the time, if I throw it right to you, you will catch it. And this gives you the greatest sense of pride. But I'll admit, 24/7 football is not my favorite thing in the world. And sometimes I get selfish and keep telling you "in a minute" so many times, it becomes painfully obvious I'm just avoiding it.

But not today. Today I just decided to do whatever you wanted to do (within reason). And catch was it. And we played. For like almost an hour. And we were laughing and you were jumping on the couch and doing flips. And the sun was streaming through the big picture window and you caught like ten in a row. And then you stopped. And then you hopped off your perch, ran into my arms and sighed "I love you mom."

I love you too buddy.

love, mama

Monday, May 9, 2011

A good cause

Sometimes you run to feel good, sometimes you run to get skinny, sometimes you run for something more...

Donate a few bucks to the American Cancer Society? Click HERE to donate.

love ya lots,


Thursday, May 5, 2011

J + B = freaking awesome

Something happened this night. Something clicked for me in the photography department. The day prior I'd read something on one of my photography blogs, something really techy and boring so I'll spare you. Basically it was a synopsis of the process this particular photographer goes through every time she shoots. And I was suddenly filled with the warmth of the lightbulb that flipped on in my brain.

And that, combined with the amazing couple featured above and the connection we instantly had, good things happened. Good things. Can't wait to show you the rest.

love, ali

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


It was a Monday night, just before sundown. I was on the last mile of a superbly hilly four mile run. My muscles were aching but my lungs were just getting their second wind and there was some wicked good things happening in my headphones. I was walking for a block to catch my breath before sprinting the big slope to my home where my two babies were slumbering peacefully and the husband was probably watching American Idol.

And there they were, three kids sitting on a porch swing. Maybe sixteen, seventeen. A girl and two boys, the girl sat in the middle. Barefoot and leaning against each other, the intimacy of their friendship manifesting itself in their posture. They just sat there talking quietly, smiling now and again. Maybe sharing some inside joke.

I'm not sure what it was about that moment but I felt myself get a little emotional and I just ached for them. And not in a bad way either. Does that even make any sense? Like when you look at your babies and you realize they're really not babies anymore and gosh, they're so funny and amazingly beautiful but you still just ache a little bit for that newborn smell and those little newborn fingers that wrap themselves around your thumb.

And I just had this powerful urge to take their hands, look them in the eye and tell them that nothing would ever be this great or amazing or hard or confusing or FUN and just to hang on and savor every moment because pretty soon they'd be mommies and daddies with mortgages and jobs and laundry and groceries. And I know that's such an old-lady thing to say but, hot damn, I had a glorious time as a teenager and I feel so blessed to be able to have had the friends that I did and the experiences that have brought me here.

I've come to know some really quality folks during my time on this earth. But the ones that were with me during my adolescent years were some of the finest. And those memories are some of my fondest. And I smile when I think of us then and I ache. But in a good way.

love and best wishes and all that jazz,