There are a handful of friends who could successfully ask me to leave Colorado Springs and head back to the midwest to capture their son’s most recent photos. And the Riffles are one such family. It was a lot of fun walking through the changing leaves of Carmel, Indiana to […]
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For the second straight year, I got the opportunity to take Jack’s photos — now at the age of five. It was so much fun walking around downtown Zionsville, Indiana to capture his energy around the town!
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This great family added a new family member since our last photo session at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. So great to capture all six of them this year!
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Jeri Ruetz and I worked together for many years on the Joetography brand before she grew her family into four. And since then, it’s been so exciting to see the kids grow up through the camera lens!
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One night before bed, we read the story of Jesus’s birth to our son, Quinn. . . . The birth of Jesus took place like this. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. Before they came to the marriage bed, Joseph discovered she was pregnant. (It was […]
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It’s been my absolute pleasure knowing the Teeple family the last several years. This crew gets better and better every year — as models in front of the camera and as people. Such a good time getting together with them!
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It’s always great to meet a new client, especially when that means capturing family portraits while exploring the newly opened ruins of Holliday Park in Indianapolis.
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On a warm fall day in Indianapolis, all four members of the Zunk Family and I traipsed around the grounds of the 100 Acres at the Indianapolis Museum of Art.
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I once heard about this Hebrew Proverb of the way children enter this world. According to the tale, the Angel Gabriel tells each baby all the secrets about God and the universe. Then he kisses them on the head before sending them off to be born. Immediately thereafter, they begin to […]
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You’ll never stand before a mirror and see my eyes, ears or mouth. Never hear my laugh inside your own. Never stride with my same gait. As my adopted son, you’ll never carry a visible imprint from me. And yet, I hope to pass along more than my genetic instructions to you. More than my color, looks, and behaviors. More […]
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