This session is a testament to the wonderful way the world works. My dad loves to tell the Taoist parable of The Farmer. If you don't know it, this is how it goes:
An old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. "Maybe," the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "Maybe," replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "Maybe," answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "Maybe," said the farmer.
About a year ago, I was in an unfortunate place with my hair. (Gals, you know how much your hair can influence your self-confidence!) I'd changed my color several times in previous years, and it had started breaking off in handfuls. (The horror.) I had recently photographed the re-opening of the Mario Tricoci Michigan Avenue location and scheduled an appointment with expert stylist, Megan. While Megan worked to salvage my hair, we connected over the joys (and challenges) of sharing our crafts with others and living life fully and genuinely with loved ones. So when she asked this summer if I'd photograph a family session with her husband Mark and daughter Mack, I had an idea that this session would be meaningful and beautiful.
Morton Arboretum never disappoints. The evening sunlight in this family session filtered through some cloud cover and the trees lit up so that the photographs just glowed. These three (four!) were a delight to photograph and open to trying just about anything. I'm beyond grateful for clients who trust me with the freedom to improvise with light and seek out fresh new looks.
Long story short: bad hair introduced me to a terrific family and brought about one of my favorite sessions ever. Guess it wasn't all bad after all!