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Baby Bumps & Photo Fun

Despite the rainy weather, my Sunday afternoon was full of laughter and light, as my friends Tammy and Drew let me capture the playful dynamic between the two (soon to be three!) of them. 



Drew was a fantastically cooperative husband (once I bribed him with a beer), despite trying to convince me that he's not photogenic, and I've loved Tammy's beautiful profile and long dark hair since we first met in 2010. Tammy & Drew banter easily, and whenever we hang out I see how much they value each other. It's a lovely thing to see; an honour to capture in images. 

My favourite moment of the shoot was when Tammy told me that Drew sings to the baby every night. 
"Can you sing for him now?" I asked. And as he held her belly and softly sang, I tried to take a few more photos. My camera viewfinder seemed suddenly unable to focus...I blame the lens and not the possibility of tears.


I can't wait to take some photos of this tiny baby next month - thanks again, Tammy & Drew!


(I'm thinking that it is about time I put together a more formal photography portfolio...So look for that in the coming weeks {months?}.) 

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  1. Sarah8:13 PM

    Lovely pictures, it looks like you had fun. Are you ready to take a couple more pics of us sometime in the next week?

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