my mom has albums full of pictures of myself with my brother and dad. thousands of family moments recorded through her lens over the years. even as we entered the awkward looking and/or eye-rolling stages. she appears in exactly 3 pictures over the course of 21 years but her image lives in the love which with she documented us. even me, the second child.
people always joke about how moms have a million pictures of the first child and then a handful of the second born and then the third is just lucky to have one or two, amirite?
i too, have loads of pictures of my kids. i am endlessly inspired by my family and who they are growing into. i constantly reach for my camera because i need THAT smile to exist forever. i want to remember that curly tuft of hair, and the way those thick eyelashes rest on the crest of a chubby cheek.
i want a record of who they were along the way.
however, and i have never done an official photoshoot for them. so while we were on a road-trip through the northern cape i seized the opportunity to blend coordinated outfits, perfect light and breathtaking location for a 3/4 rossler family photoshoot.
minus mom, as always.