Category archives: Personal

Senegal, West Africa| Before I was a Photographer :)

I get so many questions about my time in West Africa-specifically in Dakar, Senegal.  For those of you who don’t know where Senegal is, it’s in north-west Africa.  Just a little ways below Morocco, if that’s helpful.

I spent my last semester of college studying in Dakar, and I absolutely fell in love with it.  Well, I fell in love with Dakar, but I also fell in love with the man who is now my husband.

There’s so much that I could say about Senegal-so much that I want to say.  But it’s hard to put a place like Dakar into words.  Words don’t quite cut it.  Nor do images. Because so many of my memories are based on scents and sounds and the kindness of the people I met there. And it’s hard to put all of those things into a blog post.

But Senegal is a big part of my life. Not just my past, but my present and future.  I have family and loved ones there, and I know I will always be able to have a home there.

A few quick things about Senegal.

1.) It’s safe.

2.) It’s a democracy and has a stable government.

3.)  Senegal is known for the hospitality and generosity of the people who live there.

4.)  Although they are probably better off than a lot of other countries in Africa, life is still a day-to-day struggle for a large portion of the population.

5.) It’s beautiful.

6.) If i could go back tomorrow, I would.

Ok-take it easy on me with these pictures.  These were all taken with a point and shoot way before I knew anything about photography other than I enjoyed it.

This was the University campus. Not too shabby, huh?

And this was my neighborhood. Senegal is full of contrast.

 My typical form of transportation. A guy hangs off the back door and shouts the direction that the bus is headed. You wait for one that’s going in your direction

Ridiculously gorgeous beaches.

Lamine and I when we were dating.  It’s soooo humid there. Excuse the sheen of sweat in all of these.

More buses.  This thing is totally moving in this picture, by the way.  In case you couldn’t tell.

 

Ack! I don’t even want to show you this, but I spent a week in a little village and they loved playing “dress up the toubab.”  Toubab means “white person” or “foreigner”  in Senegal.

Here’s one of me looking normal to balance out the craziness of the last one. And Lamine, of course. Isn’t he cute?

Dakar. Such a beautiful city, but so chaotic and full of so many contrasting elements.

 

Senegalese grocery store. Well, it’s not really just a grocery store. They sell a little bit of everything. And what you see in the picture is pretty much it. They’re TINY! And they’re on pretty much every corner. Miss these!

 

These little girls were so gorgeous! Ugh, those big, brown eyes just kill me.

 

 

Well, that’s all for now.  I hope we get to go back to Senegal soon. Then I can post some real pictures 🙂

Thanks for looking, and I hope this answers a few of the very general questions that you may have had about Senegal and my time there. If you’ve got more, feel free to ask away.  I’ll save them up for another post soon.

Something Simple, Something Wonderful

This post is for me. This is because, sometimes, I forget that the perfect picture isn’t always planned. Most often, it’s not. None of these were posed. None of these were staged. Just a few moments caught in between folding laundry.

 

 Something really quick about these next shots–As you can see, my son is not a slim, trim baby. He’s a chunk. Always has been.  He gained a pound a week for his first 8 weeks of life. He’s actually slimmed down quite a bit. He was such a rolly poly baby that he could never make his little toes reach his mouth. He would try. He would pull at his feet and grunt, but his “little” belly would always get in the way. It’s only recently that he’s been able to make his foot reach his mouth. So, while it’s a little delayed, it’s a pretty big triumph.

 

 And here is where the song “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes” comes on. And he turns into a dancing fool.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A bit about me.

My husband and I speak French at home.

I love spicy food.

I always imagine myself becoming a runner, but it never seems to happen.

I adore my husband and son more than words can say.

I am not a very tidy person, though I’m trying to be.

I love coffee, but only with cream and sugar. Lots of cream and sugar.

My grandma taught me to knit when I was five years old, and I can still make nothing more complicated than a scarf.

I worked in Glacier National Park for three summers. And I lived in a bus.

I am a morning person.

I love my baby’s boy’s rolls 🙂

 

Sunrise | Idaho Family Photographer

This morning, my son Samory woke me up at 5:30.   He hadn’t slept well all night, and I groaned when I heard him start to chatter from his crib.  I stayed curled up in bed, hoping that he would drift back to sleep.  The chattering became louder and louder and he eventually let out one loud, long scream to let me know that he no longer wanted to play be himself.  Reluctantly, I pushed away the covers and dragged my feet to Sam’s bedroom.  He was standing there, smiling away.  We hurried to get dressed.  Well, Sam got dressed. At 5:30, I figured I could get away with sweat pants.  We drove a few miles past our apartment and found a little spot just outside one of the local parks.  So glad this little guy woke me up. I don’t take enough pictures of him, and he’s growing up way too fast.