On being a teenager: Cape Cod portraits

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Sasha was such fun to photograph. We took portraits of her to celebrate her journey into the teenage years, and to celebrate her becoming a Bat Mitzvah. I think any session where there’s impromptu singing, tons of laughter, and even a tear or two is a good one. Add some gorgeous light and a bit of twirling and it really is almost perfect. This one hit all the marks. Although most of my clients want their Cape Cod portraits taken on the beach, Sasha didn’t. She’s a total individual and definitely marches to her own beat. Which I have to say, I adore about her. So we picked a spot where there was a bit of graffiti, some old train tracks, this cool path, and of course a basketball court. (You’ll have to wait for the next post for some of those things…)

While we were photographing we talked about Robert Frost’s The Road not Taken, and it kind of became a description of Sasha in my mind. She is unique and super bright, really funny, a self proclaimed geek, a punk, gorgeous soul who is truly a delight to be around. On my Facebook page, I wrote ” it is without a doubt I know that she will take the road less traveled by, and in doing so, will make a huge difference in our world” and I really believe that.

Welcome to the teenage years, Sasha. Mazel Tov on becoming a Bat Mitzvah! May you always be the free spirit you are today, be confident in yourself and just be your fabulous self!

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

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