It’s all in the details

“Let the wild rumpus start!” First birthday parties are cherished memories for parents, family, and friends of the one year old. This past Saturday, I attended a “Where the Wild Things Are” themed first birthday party. This party was all about the details including crowns and party hats to deem yourself king, (or queen), of the wild rumpus, centerpieces that incorporated favorite characters from the book, and a truly wild thing birthday cake. The celebrated one year old’s mother went all out for this birthday party. She has a wonderful eye for detail and is very creative. Happy first birthday, wild one, we love you so!


St. Pete Pride

This past weekend marked the 15th anniversary of St. Pete celebrating pride and equality. Festivities are held over the course of three days including a parade. All of the events are usually held in the Grand Central District, however, they moved the parade this year onto Bayshore Drive, spanning from North Straub Park to Albert Whitted Airport. Thousands marched and watched as float after float passed by. People lined up on both sides of the street, eager to see their friends and reaching their hands in the air to catch beads. Even dogs were sporting colorful beads. There was nothing but love all around. 

Painting With Light

This past weekend, my husband suggested we go down to the beach to watch the sunset. I brought my tripod and captured the sun’s beautiful descent below the horizon. The weather was beautiful and the clouds were perfect as the sky went dark blue and orange. Once the sun was set and the night crept up, my husband suggested we experiment with some long exposure shots. So, I adjusted my settings to let the perfect amount of available light in and we began to paint. My husband turned his flashlight on and told me when he was ready. I hit the shutter and watched him swirl the flashlight around.  The shutter ended and we looked at the photo together. A beautiful sky lit behind him, the water blurred, and an almost mystical yellow light swirled in the center of the image. We continued to paint images with light. I drew my initials, N.H., he drew a star. Then, he had an idea. He told me where to stand and how he wanted me positioned in the frame. The shutter clicked and he started spinning the flashlight in a circle between my hands. Then, he drew it away from me in a straight line, suddenly stopping and making it slightly erratic. We heard the shutter release and ran toward the tripod. The image shown looked as if I conjured a magical beam and shot it at him as he faded away from existence. Experimenting with photography is so much fun and I will definitely be painting with light again very soon. 


What are some of the first words you think of when you see a motorcycle? Loud, cool, and dangerous are a few that come to mind. Whatever your view of them is, they make for some amazing portraits. For this session, we almost got rained out. But, as luck would have it, the rain stopped exactly when our session started and stayed away for the entirety of it. Other than the ground being wet and the atmosphere being muggy, this session was one of my favorites. The gray sky and clouds set the tone for this shoot.



Cats make wonderful pets. I’ve had mine for 5 years now. He is a very loving, playful cat. His favorite game is tag and chase. My husband and I chase him around the apartment from room to room and then he’ll run to us a tag us with his paw. He’s also very vocal and unafraid of strangers. Every cat is different and that’s part of what makes them so special. 


Music moves us. The beat, the melody, the words, it’s ethereal what one song can do to change your mood, outlook, and spirit. Lucky for me, my wonderful husband plays the guitar and sings. I get to experience a free concert every day. Sometimes he’s just fiddling around, other times he’s playing a beautiful song. Sometimes, it’s almost as if he knows what I’m thinking and the song he chooses to play is either the one that popped into my head or it’s a song that makes me feel better when I’m feeling down. Music is a powerful medium. 

Graduation Party

Graduation season is coming to an end, but not before graduation parties are held to celebrate all the achievements of the grads. Balloons, flowers, banners, and cake are staples of any graduation party. I enjoy capturing the excitement and fun of events. My sister-in-law had her graduation party this past weekend. There was great food, a photo booth, and lots of friends and family celebrating all of her wonderful accomplishments. I’m so proud of her and cannot wait to see what the future holds for her.


Congratulations to all graduates this year! Your hard work and determination has paid off into a great achievement. You all should be proud of yourselves. I had three graduations I attended this year, my two twin cousins and my beautiful sister-in-law. Each of them attended a different school for different programs their schools offered. I am so proud of all three of them and all who graduated this year. Both of my cousins are going into different programs in the army and my sister-in-law is attending the University of Florida, my alma mater. Graduations are a time of happiness and great pride. Witnessing the proud parents and families trying to find their grad in the sea of caps and gowns, grads waving when they spot their families in the crowd, families cheering and snapping pictures when their grads walk across the stage, and the excited students tossing their caps in the air after their tassels have been moved from the right to the left, is a wonderful spectacle to behold. Congratulations again graduates, you did it!

Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers!! Today is a very special day. We take today to honor our mothers for their unconditional love, their support for us in everything we do, and all the sacrifices they made to make sure we had everything we need in life. “A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dates all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” – Agatha Christie