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Mom & Me Sessions!

It’s usually Mom that takes the photos.  She takes photos of the kids, the pets, the house and the trips.  She’s usually so busy behind the camera that she’s rarely in the photos.  Let’s change that!  Give the hard-working mom in your life a Mom & Me photography session to showcase her beautiful soul and tender relationship with her family.

We’ll work together to find a beautiful location and great lighting and then just let Mom shine.  For 35 minutes, I’ll help make Mom feel beautiful and blessed as we create beautiful images of her surrounded by the people she loves most in the world.

You can book the session now or buy a gift card! Add a photo package so Mom only has to pick her favorites and I will print and ship them directly to you.  Mom & Me sessions can be customized to include the whole family. A perfect present for wives, moms and even moms-to-be! Call or text Teresa at (307) 575-0211.

Mothers Day Sessions


family, photography, Uncategorized, Wyoming


Rainstorm-5DRW(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy or peace of mind during rainy days.

nature, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife, Wyoming

Floating Hubcap

This is how I spent my morning…crawling along an irrigation ditch, camera in hand, trying to stalk a massive snapping turtle.

I spent an hour this morning watching this snapping turtle cruise down our irrigation ditch. It was amazing to see how he’d drift along, then raise his tail to use as a rudder. We see this turtle each spring. I’m guessing he’s pretty old because he is absolutely massive. His entire carapace is probably bigger than a foot and a half across. He lifted his head out of the water once, briefly, before submerging completely and I lost sight of him.

Turtles, frogs and other things that creep and crawl might not be as majestic as a grizzly bear or regal as the wolf, but they are still fascinating creatures. I for one am glad that our state is filled with the good, the bad and the ugly. Makes life more interesting, don’t you think?

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Mallory & Jay – Denver, Colorado

Two Wyomingites living south of the border.  No, not Mexico.  Colorado.  While finances and jobs led them away from our state, family and love of the outdoors keeps them connected to Wyoming.  Their love of each other, and maybe the occasional night out dancing, keeps them connected to each other.

Mallory and Jay braved the Wyoming wind, puncture vine and snakes to find a few calm spots on Mallory’s parents’ farm for some engagement shots.  In between a little rock climbing gentle teasing from Jay, Mallory shared plans for their September wedding.

I won’t give away the details, but I think the location, the Ivinson Mansion in Laramie, Wyoming, suits them.  It will be elegant but hip with just a touch of down-home country…stay tuned!

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The Dirt Gene

Emily Blocks-1-2Although scientists haven’t identified it yet, I suspect that somewhere in our DNA is the dirt gene.  It is the gene that drives some of us to be outside, soaking up sunshine, playing with bugs and climbing trees.  It is the gene that feeds our need to run our hands in soft earth, squish mud between our toes or race sticks in a stream.

There actually is a name for this need to connect with natural systems and other living things.  It’s called biophilia, and it was discussed by Edward O. Wilson in the mid 1980s.  Wilson believed that all humans subconsciously seek these connections.  But even his theory isn’t new.  Aristotle put forth a similar concept that he described as “a love of life.”

While everyone may possess this dirt gene, this biophilia, some folks’ genes express themselves more firmly than others.

Wyokiddo has the dirt gene.   It’s sequenced somewhere between her gene that determines eye color and the one that gives her curly hair.

In the last few days, my child has asked to go fishing, hiking and catch bugs.  At the park, she skipped playing dolls to have a sword fight with the boys and roll around in the grass.  She climbs rocks, jumps off fallen logs, pokes sticks in holes and rubs her face against the bark of trees.

She doesn’t understand it, but feeding those dirt genes is making her healthy, happy and strong.  She’s improving her powers of concentration, stimulating creativity and developing critical thinking skills.  All this outdoor time also builds her confidence.  She’s activating her senses in a way that a screen or a book never could.

Wyokiddo just thinks its fun to play outside.

So I’ll let her feed those dirt genes.  I’ll let her bail off a 3 foot wall and roll in the grass.  I’ll give her a net to catch butterflies and haul her all over this county to explore new areas and terrain.  Because I know feeding the dirt gene is also feeding her mind, her body and her soul.

Besides, she got some of those dirt genes from me.  I like to play outside, too.

Happy Earth Day.




nature, photography, Uncategorized, wildlife

Springtime Messenger

Robin 2 DRWI’m participating in a 52 Week Photo Challenge. The topic this week is spring.  What to shoot, what to shoot?  Flowers, budding trees, frogs, newborn calves…all of these remind me of spring and the rebirth that the season brings.

But since I had to choose just one, it was this guy.  Nothing is sweeter music to my tired winter ears than the song of the American Robin. I shot photos that were more artistic and colorful, but as a harbringer of springtime in Wyoming, the robin can’t be beat.


nature, Uncategorized, Wyoming

Girls Who Fish

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It’s spring break and Wyokiddo and I are out playing while Outdoor Guy tends to the birds.  Today, she requested we go fishing, so mid-morning we loaded up her Mickey Mouse fishing pole and some worms and we headed out.

The fishing was slow, so Wyokiddo had time to ponder the esoteric.

“Mama, why are there only boys out here?”

I set down my rod and contemplated how to answer her question.  Occasionally we’d see a woman fishing in a boat with her husband.  But by and large, anytime we were out in the field, it was men, or boys with their dads.  Very few little girls, and never just a mom and her daughter.

“Well, some girls haven’t ever had anyone take them fishing,” I tried to explain.  “They might live in a city where there isn’t any place to fish, or no one has ever shown them how.   And some girls don’t want to fish.  They think it’s boring or dirty or gross, or that it’s something only boys should do.  They don’t know how much fun it can be!”

Wyokiddo was quiet after that, dividing her attention between her bobber in the water and the ladybug crawling up her arm.

Several minutes later, she looked up at me and squinted against the late morning sun.

“Mama, let’s always be the kind of girls who fish.”

From her lips to God’s ears.  No matter where life takes this beautiful little soul, may she always be one of the girls who fish.