WE'VE MOVED

Hi! Thanks for stopping by....Last night, at midnight thirty, this blog and all its earthly possessions (words and photos) moved over to www.lizthomasphotography.com/threeboysandathousandhills

Please come on over and enjoy some new photos!

living next door to history....

I'm sort of a history nerd...

so when I got an e-mail about shooting on-location at Whitehall, I felt pretty privileged...

But it was more than just taking pictures of a family at a historic site...

It was capturing images of a family whose history is very much intertwined in that of the house...

L. has worked here 17 years starting in college (I know, it's hard to believe it looking at her!) and her husband, C. also worked here at one time. They were married here.

And, now they live here on the grounds with these two lovely kiddos. 

  

The funny thing is...the whole time I was taking pictures, I thought L. looked very familiar.  

I just couldn't place the connection...

Then, we went inside to snap a few...

And she was telling me about the piano that had always been in the house and had once served as a roost for chickens...and then it hit me as we were standing there...she has told me all of this before! She was the tour guide for my mom & I  several years ago!

I came home, called mom (who was thrilled that I got to photograph a family at Whitehall) and asked her if she remembered what our tour guide looked like...she did...and she described L. 

I had a little fun with this one....thinking it could look like this random photo that could've been found years ago in a closet or the attic at Whitehall, like these kids always played here and always lived here :)

Kuddos to mom and dad for these last few...they were worn out, the kids were worn out...but you know me...I'm unstoppable sometimes...

Thanks for the fun G. & H.----you two were amazing...and for what all I put you through!!!!

I think the former "Lion of Whitehall" has nothing on this one ;)

a real honor...

the thing about photography is...

that it affords me opportunities I would not otherwise have...

to be a part of something special...

say, to witness a marriage I might not otherwise see

or

to hold a baby I might not otherwise meet

to help cherish a time that is fleeting...

like a two-year old laugh

or tiny newborn toes

or, as in this case...

a dad's last few days before he deploys for 400 days...starting tomorrow...

I was certainly honored to get a call from these friends I had not seen in quite a while...at such a special time...

Godspeed Joe and safe return to your family!

...more sneak peeks coming to the Elizabeth Thomas Photography facebook page...

another chance...

...what you are about to see....

was a real blessing for me...

 

you see I didn't get to photograph their wedding...

my dad was sick...

I'm always really sad when I have to tell

a bride "no"...

especially this bride...

who I remember from the first day 

I met her when 

she was just in middle school

and new to Kentucky...

twelve years ago...

My "career" as a portrait photographer

started largely because

her whole family

believed in me...

I photographed her sister as a high school senior

and her nieces and nephews &

her sister's wedding

so I was very sad that I 

was not the one to photograph 

her wedding

But lucky me...

she had the idea to..

bedraggle the dress...

and you know me...

I'll do anything!

Thanks for letting me help

bedraggle the dress!

Want to see more????

check out my facebook page

anyone want to get married at our farm? ;-)

Strong to the finish...

I was out at Old Navy last week and stumbled across a shirt for Liam....

that reminded me of my dad...

 

 who was, like Popeye, "strong to the finish".

While driving into town just yesterday, Charlie popped in a CD I bought myself for my birthday. It was the Statler Brothers singing, "Oh Elizabeth..."

And I remember many days riding around with my dad in his little red chevy pickup; 

...and I remember him singing...

"Oh, Elizabeth, I long to see your pretty face..."

"It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was." ~Anne Sexton

little boy blue...

"Blue oblivion, largely lit, 

smiled and smiled at me. "

- William R. Bennett

"Feeling a little blue in January is normal."

-Marilu Henner

"If you don't learn how to fix stuff, mom...it's just not going to work out."

As if I'm going to get fired from my "a mom of boys" job. Evidently, I'm not very good at it.

No, Liam, I might not be adept at putting train tracks together so that they all meet up again. But, really, isn't it OK just every now and again that the trains run off the track and onto the floor. I think it's kind of cool!

But, then those little trains get broken because Thing One and Thing Two throw them around like lassos instead of leaving them on the tracks, where they belong....so there...

And when such tragedy happens to the fellows of Sodor...what then?...the ripped wires present a technical difficulty of sorts...

So Charlie took it open himself to fix the three engines whose plight was at the hands of my two and four year olds. 

He fixed two but duties called him to leave the other for later. 

That wasn't suitable for Thing One. 

So by the minute, we each were asked when Gordon would be fixed. 

And I was threatened, "If you don't learn to fix stuff around here, mom, it's not going to work out for you."

Excuse me?! And then came....gasp...the threat of all threats...

"Mom, if you don't do this, I will be very cross indeed, very very cross indeed." 

Oh, Liam...whatever you do...just don't do be cross...(bahahaha!)

A tumultuous 24 hours passed and Charlie got the tools out....

but not before waffles... (I think the waffle episode was the day before when the first two trains were in the shop)

 a little whining ensued, so Charlie let them go to battle for this bite...

Onto the workshop...

 And hoo-ray (as the boys say) Gordon is on the mend!