Sun May 21 at 9:13 pm - Beacon Hill Engagement

Today I had the privilege of accompanying John and Katie on a walk down memory lane. Years ago, John lived on Beacon Hill when he and Katie were first dating. They remember meeting at the State House, dining at Scollay Square, and taking walks in the Public Garden. The couple now live outside of Boston with their two-year-old labradoodle Minnow, who also tagged along. He seemed to enjoy all the excitement and attention, and was great sport, snapping to attention every time I squeezed a small squeaker toy.

Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. - William Shakespeare

Wed May 10 at 9:04pm - Harvard Yard

Allison graduated from Harvard this month. She's going to be a schoolteacher, which is why she insisted on pictures with Teaching for Understanding by Martha Stone Wiske. We need teachers like Allison--hard-working young people with passion, intelligence, humor, and grace.

Mon Apr 24 at 6:20am - She said, 'Yes!'

Early Saturday morning, May found herself standing at the top of Peters Hill, with Mark kneeling in front of her.

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Mark had known it was time to take the next step, and he'd wanted everything to be right. He'd begun by purchasing a round-cut diamond engagement ring, the largest he could afford. Next, he'd scheduled a surprise dinner on Saturday evening with his parents and May's parents. Then, that morning, he'd walked with her to the top of Peters Hill.

It was wet and blustery, and I was out of breath because I'd run to beat them there. I was sitting on a stone bench when Mark and May strolled up, hand in hand. I kept my back to them so that May wouldn't notice me or the camera that I kept hidden from view. Only one problem: Mark and I had agreed on a signal--he would whistle--but because of the wind I couldn't hear a thing. So I decided to risk an occasional turn of the head, watching from the corner of my eye. And I waited.

Five long minutes later, when they set down their drinks and Mark got down on one knee, I turned and pressed the shutter button.

Here are a few images after the proposal. I never once instructed them to smile.

Sun Apr 15 at 5:52pm - Easter Reflection

These days I find myself recalling T.S. Eliot: "April is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain." In other words, starting again only revives a painful past.

But I don't believe that. We're visiting family, and in Maine woods it's hard to see how this could be anything but a hopeful season. Osiris rises. Persephone returns. The stone is rolled away.

Sun Apr 9 at 5:41pm - Chasing Light

The best cure for cabin fever is Wakefield Lake. Unleashed, our toddler ran everywhere. Under the slide, up the hill, around the gazebo, back down to the beach. He's a natural explorer. He just hasn’t figured out how to point with one finger. I love that. His stocky little body and big gestures often remind me of Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes. (Now there's a shoot idea!)

Sat Feb 18 at 4:54pm - Baking Cookies

On a rainy day, Mommy and Henry decided to bake cookies. Daddy was marking papers (and Mommy was busy guarding the oven), so Henry was free to mix his own batch. He was having such fun that Mommy and Daddy silently agreed to sacrifice one pack of oats and a juice box.