stone and tree

My sweet little,

I hope you look at this place made of stone and tree and mountain,

and find the home we dared to build.

I hope you look at the water - the deep, mysterious water -

and find, in your soul, the smallness of who you really are,

but also the vastness of who you are going to become.

 

words by maker and mother, Kaia Bakken. 

a round and colored world

You came to me in the water, bringing the fullness of life with your crying lungs, flailing limbs. 
You are so small and scary, new.
But, you are also beautiful and precious, perfect.
You are hard work and late nights and sleep deprivation. 
You mean a deeper sense of love, shared between lovers that want so desperately to be good for you. 
You've brought a roundness and a color to our world that was not expected.
In that surprising glory, we've found our home.
And you mean our world.

words by Juniper's first love, Kaia, a warrior, maker, and forager mother. she lives in her treehouse home in Eugene, Oregon with her explorer husband and their art. 

mother, daughters

in these days her mother is only her mother, 

a constant presence and force, a tethered tension.

the world never existed without her.

one day, later, she'll see her mother as whole.

girl, woman, human. 

someone who has lost and loved herself into the person she is today. 

someone who made the daily choice to show up for her daughters and mother deeply and well.

Kari of Living Life's Moments so graciously invited me to step in to her home and capture an evening with her daughters when she is simply and extraordinarily just "mom". It was an honor to document a piece of their sweet, uninhibited love and I'm so thankful for the chance to be with them.