Soul Sessions ~ Pat W.

I love when the Photographic Experience leads to a lifelong friendship.  Such is the case with Pat who lives in Colorado.  A local Iowa friend of Pat’s gave her the gift of a Soul Session, and we were able to make it happen mid-May when I traveled there to attend Business As An Artform.

BelovedColorado-PatWebb_17-reverseI couch-surfed at Pat’s house for a couple of nights and we spent a Saturday at a few places in the area  that are especially meaningful to her.  We divided her Soul Session Experience over three areas:  Fort Logan National Cemetery, Evergreen Lake and Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre.  Each holds a special place in her heart for different reasons.

BelovedColorado-PatWebb_09We walked, we talked, we laughed, and at the end of the day we had created a collection of photographs that really say something about Pat, where she’s been in her life, and who she is now.  We let her soul speak.  And we had also created a friendship that feels like it’s been years in the making.  Thanks for sharing your home with me, Pat, as well as sharing your heart and soul with mine.  Love ya, my sister from another mister!



Bringing {Beloved} home.

Many of you have heard me speak often lately about the Beloved concept, and some of have even experienced how this concept has shaped my Soul Sessions.  My excitement just continues to build every single day about these sessions.  I believe it is one of the best gifts that you and your spouse or partner can experience together, and one of the best gifts you can give yourself.

{Beloved} is an emerging photographic genre centered on the creation of meaning-rich portraits that express the individual, beautiful personality each person is born with, creating an opportunity to celebrate the relationships that fill our lives with joy and purpose.

The Photogenic Technique gives photographers a clear and simple way to move past the “camera smile”‘ to easily capture the authentic, photogenic expressions and the naturally beautiful sides of our personality we share with our loved ones.

The Beloved Collective serves and supports the amazing community of photographers who are integrating Photogenic Technique into their portrait sessions through products, online training courses and an annual conference.

Beloved {Soul Sessions} – Jackie+Matt

Jackie+Matt will be tying the knot on a very special date:  11-11-11.  They are the most easygoing and down-to-earth couple.  We had an incredibly beautiful October morning for their Beloved Soul Session.  For their location, they chose a lovely park tucked away in a little neighborhood near the University of Iowa.  They shared some very sweet moments with me…and Matt seemed to always look like he knows a very BIG secret!

Beloved {Soul Sessions} – lindsey+sean

Earlier this year, Lindsey and Sean took time out of their unbelievably busy lives (college graduation, moving into their first home together, teaching, grad school, and much more!) to be one of the first couples to experience a Beloved Soul Session with me.  What follows is a collection of my favorite art from their session.  Thank you, Lindsey and Sean, for being open to this very unique experience, and letting me create this sweet time and space for you to fill up with who you are…Soul Sessions were created especially for you.  This hands on, have fun, feel good photographic adventure celebrates and explores showing love, feeling love, and being loved.  Loving others.  Loving ourselves.  And loving the art that we create together.

Soul Sessions are more than photographs “of you” – these are photographs “about you.”  Creative, fun-loving, insightful works of art that pick up on those small details that will make you smile and give you hope and belief in each other and yourselves.  Art that will bring life to your home and create heirlooms for future generations to cherish.

A Beloved Soul Session creates a space and allows you to take time to peel away those layers of distraction and focus on the people who really matter to you, to be playful and have fun, to say the things you feel but don’t always share, to close in that distance that can grow between you as the daily responsibilities of life push you around, to just feel good.  The images I capture are a reminder of this beautiful experience – a gift so you can always remember how beautiful your love is…

Beloved Soul Sessions are an experience of the heart that gives truth a voice, gives relationships strength, gives love flight.

The Lost Joy

I adore old books.  Not just old books, but really old books.  Books that look as if they have been consumed cover to cover and back again, the threadbare covers a sign to the next reader that there is something amazing inside.  One such book that I have on a shelf in my office is DREAMS.  Written around 1890 by Miss Olive Schreiner, it is a tiny book, but it packs a huge punch. 

Tonight, as I sat reflecting on my recent trip to L.A. (which I will share in another post), this itty bitty book just spontaneously fell off its shelf and landed with a THUD on the floor.  I picked it up and gently opened its tattered cover. 

The inscription inside, in faded pencil, reads:  “For Minnie from Fannie.  Xmas 1904.”  I have fantasized many times about Minnie and Fannie, who they were to each other, and which passage in this book compelled Fannie to gift it to Minnie in 1904.  

I will never know the answer to that question.  I do know, however, which passage I am compelled to share with you all…the reason I believe this book leapt from its shelf tonight.  It is especially dedicated to the Beloved Collective, those of us who remember that space between Love and Life called Joy, and who are making it our life’s work to help others rediscover that space:


All day, where the sunlight played on the sea-shore, Life sat.

All day the soft wind played with her hair, and the young, young face looked out across the water.  She was waiting–she was waiting; but she could not tell for what.

All day the waves ran up and up on the sand, and ran back again, and the pink shells rolled.  Life sat waiting; all day, with the sunlight in her eyes, she sat there, till, grown weary, she laid her head upon her knee and fell asleep, waiting still.

Then a keel grated on the sand, and then a step was on the shore–Life awoke and heard it.  A hand was laid upon her, and a great shudder passed through her.  She looked up, and saw over her the strange, wide eyes of Love–and Life now knew for whom she had sat there waiting.

And Love drew Life up to him.

And of that meeting was born a thing rare and beautiful–Joy, First-Joy was it called.  The sunlight when it shines upon the merry water is not so glad; the rosebuds, when they turn back their lips for the sun’s first kiss, are not so ruddy.  Its tiny pulses beat quick.  It was so warm, so soft!  It never spoke, but it laughed and played in the sunshine; and Love and Life rejoiced exceedingly.  Neither whispered it to the other, but deep in its own heart each said, “It shall be ours forever.”

Then there came a time–was it after weeks? was it after months?  (Love and Life do not measure time)–when the thing was not as it had been.

Still it played; still it laughed, still it stained its mouth with purple berries; but sometimes the little eyes looked out heavily across the water.

And Life and Love dared not look into each other’s eyes, dared not say, “What ails our darling?”  Each heart whispered to itself, “It is nothing, it is nothing, tomorrow it will laugh out clear.”  But tomorrow and tomorrow came.  They journeyed on, and the child played beside them, but heavily, more heavily.

One day Life and Love lay down to sleep; and when they awoke, it was gone; only, near them, on the grass, sat a little stranger with wide-open eyes, very soft and sad.  Neither noticed it; but they walked apart, weeping bitterly, “Oh, our Joy!  our lost Joy! shall we see you no more forever?”

The little soft and sad-eyes stranger slipped a hand into one hand of each, and drew them closer, and Life and Love walked on with it between them.  And when Life looked down in anguish, she saw her tears reflected in its soft eyes.  And when Love, mad with pain, cried out, “I am weary, I am weary!  I can journey no further.  The light is all behind, the dark is all before,” a little rosy finger pointed where the sunlight lay upon the hillsides.  Always its large eyes were sad and thoughtful; always the little brave mouth was smiling quietly.

When on the sharp stones Life cut her feet, he wiped the blood upon his garments, and kissed the wounded feet with his little lips.  When in the desert Love lay down faint (for Love itself grows faint), he ran over the hot sand with his little naked feet, and even there in the desert found water in the holes in the rocks to moisten Love’s lips with.  He was no burden–he never weighted them; he only helped them forward on their journey.

When they came to the dark ravine where the icicles hang from the rocks–for Love and Life must pass through strange drear places–there, where all is cold, and the snow lies thick, he took their freezing hands and held them against his beating little heart, and warmed them–and softly he drew them on and on.

And when they came beyond, into the land of sunshine and flowers, strangely the great eyes lit up, and dimples broke out upon the face.  Brightly laughing, it ran over the soft grass; gathered honey from the hollow tree, and brought it to them on the palm of its hand; carried them water in the leaves of the lily, and gathered flowers and wreathed them round their heads, softly laughing all the while.  He touched them as their Joy had touched them, but his fingers clung more tenderly.

So they wandered on, through the dark lands and the light, always with that little brave smiling one between them.  Sometimes they remembered that first radiant Joy, and whispered to themselves, “Oh! could we but find him also!”

At last they came to where Reflection sits; that strange old woman, who has always one elbow on her knee, and her chin in her hand, and who steals light out of the past to shed it on the future.

And Life and Love cried out, “O wise one! tell us: when we first met, a lovely radiant thing belonged to us–gladness without a tear, sunshine without a shade. Oh! how did we [stray] that we lost it? Where shall we go that we may find it?”

And she, the wise old woman, answered, “To have it back, will you give up that which walks beside you now?”

And in agony Love and Life cried, “No!”

“Give up this!” said Life.  “When the thorns have pierced me, who will suck the poison out? When my head throbs, who will lay his tiny hands upon it and still the beating? In the cold and the dark, who will warm my freezing heart?”

And Love cried out, “Better let me die!  Without Joy I can live; without this I cannot.  Let me rather die, not lose it!”

And the wise old woman answered, “O fools and blind! What you once had is that which you have now! When Love and Life first meet, a radiant thing is born, without a shade.  When the roads begin to roughen, when the shades begin to darken, when the days are hard, and the nights cold and long–then it begins to change.  Love and Life will not see it, will not know it–till one day they start up suddenly, crying, “O God!  O God!  we have lost it! Where is it?”  They do not understand that they could not carry the laughing thing unchanged into the desert, and the frost, and the snow.  They do not know that what walks beside them still is the Joy grown older.  The grave, sweet, tender thing–warm in the coldest snows, brave in the dreariest deserts–its name is Sympathy; it is the Perfect Love.