Mama Nami

The weather the morning of Nami's session could not have made me more nervous.I arrived early and watched the last of the sunrise get swallowed up by thick clouds and held my breath as sprinkles tried their hardest to fall.

Nami arrived with her children and a peace and sweetness fell over the bay. The gentleness that this mother extends to her babies seeps out of their every pour. They were kind. Patient.  Polite. Outshining their photogenic looks was an overflowing abundance of gentle love. Eventually the spitty rain got the best of us and we packed it in.

Thank you so much, Nami, for sharing your beautiful family with me.

Loving on my babies

Before every session I ask my mamas "Ok, you say to yourself, 'I've got a session with Mae Burke, I need to make sure I have *this* picture.' Now, what comes to mind?" Over the years the responses I've received have changed from "Well there's this one I saw on Pinterest" to "...Just me loving on my babies!" It means something different to every single mom, but somehow universally the same.

Excited to keep shooting in today's soft grey skies and surging tides

The First Gleam of Light

A few weeks ago I posted this to my personal IG:"Thoughts on this crisp, clear morning out on the water while my sweet family still sleeps:
This morning there was a woman in the gym who may be the strongest woman I've ever seen in my whole life. There's an all women's cross fit gym here in Rockport that I've been trying out and this is the first time I've seen her. This woman. She did all of her 400m in about 2 mins, all of her 20" box jumps landed awesome and took everything in her to do. When she did her wall climbs you could see how strong her core was, she was so in control. She would wipe the sweat out of her eyes and go back out for her 400s with this look like "just go. get it done." and she did. I went up to her after class and told her how much I admired her strength and how I want to be that strong one day.
I came out to Fulton Beach Road to watch the sunrise instead of heading home, where after 4 hrs of broken sleep, I'd be tempted to try and go back to sleep, which would only make me cranky. Do you know how you can tell the sun is coming? The light that comes before it. The little glows and rays praise "It's almost time! It's coming! You think I'm pretty? Wait til this big ball of fire comes. It's gonna take your breath away!"
I want to be like that woman. I want to be like those rays. I want this world to look at me and see the discipline I have for Him. Yes, the love and light I can shed can be pretty, but His Majesty is indescribable. He Is Coming, friends."

Funny thing is, that is no original revolution, y'all. It's Proverbs 4:18

Don't think that God has changed, Christian. He was and is and will be.