Being the child of a photographer isn’t always easy. Ask any kid who has a parent who takes pictures for a living. They are our first models, our muses, our person that we know that we can photograph when no one else is around to practice on. But through it all they get to have a beautiful documentation of their childhood, teenhood (I don’t think that this a word, but whatevs!) and beyond. Truth be told sometimes it can be a disaster because well, they get over it real fast. But sometimes it can be a blast. I’m so obsessed with this beauty, inside and out. Even when she’s giving me a hard time.