A Visit With Lynne

Published on Monday, November 23, 2009 in Our Eden and What a wonderful world. 13 Comments

We met Lynne the night before Ren was born.  I got Lynne’s name through a friend who had hired her to photograph a wedding.  Lynne came out to the House and captured our last night as We Three.  A week later she came back and got the first images of a wrinkly-faced Ren in the arms of her astonished sister.   The images were beautiful, natural, full of the joy and rawness of that time.  I brought her back  for Ren’s baptism, and again six months later when Ren was emerging as a fierce little towheaded person.

One of the last things we did in the House was to sit with Lynne.  She did a series photos of us in one of our final Ducky-worthy sunsets on the porch.   I found the images in the laptop when I opened it again last month.  I was struck by the complexity of them.  The fading light brought a definite sadness, which Lynne captured the relationships: tender and full of humor and resiliance. 

Lynne found us at the Tilty Floored Farmhouse on Easter Sunday a year and a half later, to photograph me nine months pregnant in my red dress and green Wellies, out in the muddy yard.  A week later she captured my tiny yellowed baby with the daisy chain crown her sisters made for her.

Lynne missed Eden’s baptism, so when we invited her back last weekend, we pulled out the dress.  It’s a good thing, too, because another week or two and Eden would no longer fit it.

 

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