Posts Tagged ‘wisconsin spring’

Limited Edition Lilac Session, Spring Family Photos in Green Bay, Wisconsin

Green Bay Family Photographer Lilacs apple blossom picturesWhen Nicky contacted us about a family session for herself, her husband, and their little girl, Hayden, she admitted that the last professional photos she had been in were her senior portraits. Sometimes people are afraid to tell us the last time they had photos, but we know what it’s like to be a parent, and we know how time can fly by and how easy it is to wait for the “perfect time” — when the weather is better, when the baby reaches a milestone, when we “improve” something about ourselves that makes us feel worthy of being in photos. Of course, deep down we know there is no perfect time and every season of parenthood is both beautiful and difficult. We were honored to be the first to photograph this loving little family.

Green Bay Family Photographer

Even with it being her first pictures, Hayden was a pro in front of the camera. She was happy and ready to play all the silly games we had in mind. She snuggled daddy and nuzzled noses with mommy. The lilacs were in full bloom for our Limited Edition Spring Sessions and she gathered the blossoms up and gave them a big sniff, so proud that they matched the purple of her dress. In short, we loved photographing this session!

Portraits: green isle park spring maternity session, waiting for baby {j}

When Ashley and Jesse got married two years ago, we were there for their wedding day. We also had the privilege of taking their engagement photos that May in an orchard full of apple blossoms. This winter they’re celebrating a new milestone as they wait for their baby boy due next month.

When Ashley contacted me about her February session, we planned for a “winter wonderland” theme. Imagining layers of snow, and heavy branches in one of the coldest months, we were surprised as the date came closer and the forecast was in the mid-sixties. Wisconsin weather is always out to surprise us! The warm, sunny day was beautiful. Ice still coated the East River, but little buds were on the trees, and the creamy long grasses made for a beautiful spring backdrop. How perfect for the world to be in a season of renewal as Ashley and Jesse await their first baby.

Congratulations! We look forward to meeting him!

Personal Post: making maple syrup

March is the dullest month of the year. We rush into March with dreams of spring and (as yesterday’s massive snowstorm proves) we are rewarded with another month of winter parading itself as a new season. Stuck somewhere between “winter wonderland” and “budding spring” I usually use these weeks to update our website, clean out the junk drawers, and make plans for warmer days. But last year we started a new March tradition with our family: making homemade maple syrup.

Learning to make maple syrup had been on our bucket list for awhile, and in the summer of 2015 we casually mentioned it to my grandpa at the farmhouse in Door County. Turns out, years ago, when the land was still an orchard, grandpa’s family used to tap the sugar maples every year. Some rummaging through the picker’s cabins drummed up pails and beautiful, old spiles. It was with a complete lack of knowledge and an impetuous spirit that we tackled our new project last spring.

On a Monday afternoon we cancelled our previously scheduled plans and drove up to Baileys Harbor on a whim. Using a hand-drill and hammer we knocked the spiles into the sugar maples around the farthest reaches of the property with no plans of how or when to retrieve them. By midweek the jugs were overflowing and mom and uncle Keven were scrambling to replace them in time. Maple tapping had begun.

Between small cookstove batches, there was a sap boiling weekend where all of us were there together. Gallon after gallon of sap simmered down over the wood fire while we gathered more jugs and spent the long lulls in camp chairs eating hot dogs and drinking coffee. The end result was 30+ jars of sweet syrup and one of my favorite rolls of film to date.

This year we’re making a few changes with some new tools, five gallon pails, and a little more forethought. We will be changing our boiling time to make the syrup thicker and sweeter than last year’s batch. March might not be good for much, but it’s definitely good for maple syrup.


Film scans above from March 2016, Nikon FG 35mm Kodak Portra 400

Personal Post: a midwesterner’s spring

Door_County_Photography_Family_Maple_Rat_Terrier_Dog_Green_Bay_SpringThe last few weekends have been filled with outdoor adventures of every sort.  Between events and obligations we have found every little crack of time and filled them with fresh air. (I’m not even owning up to how much laundry is waiting to be done!)  Before Easter there was hiking and pussywillow hunting, the week before that was maple syrup tapping, this weekend was biking and fishing.  And you can bet that every unmentioned minute revolved around dog park walks with Pieper and downtown wandering with cameras.  I’m starting to wonder if the theme for April is “how many places can I appropriately wear my Hunter galoshes?”

I think this “spring buzz” is an exclusively midwestern thing.  If you glance through my photos, you can see that it is still cold enough to require hats and coats.  There is ice floating at the edges of the river, and other tokens to remind you that though the sun is shining and the birds are chirping, the thermometer only reads around 45.  This week is of course the exception, and after a long winter involving layer-upon-layer of clothing and stomping our feet while pumping gas (to make sure we don’t lose blood flow), the spring buzz has hit us, and we are out the door nearly forgetting our keys and shoes in the process.  We are raking our yards, trimming our trees, mulching our gardens, tuning our bikes, stringing our fishing rods, and vowing never to wear socks again.

It’s funny how we can be trapped in our homes by the negative 30 degree windchill in the dead of winter, swearing to ourselves that we will not stay in Wisconsin another year, and then that feeling can be completely erased by these first warm days of spring.  Somehow it is replaced by daydreams of campfires, parades, and summer. And that is the beauty of the midwest: there is something so much sweeter about having earned it all, (paying for it with windburned faces and icy car windows).

Happy spring, midwesterners! Time to walk my dog.