"I don't do stylized, glamorous, dramatically posed digitally enhanced color photography.

I don't pose a family of seven standing in forest with matching blue shirts, wearing matching khaki pants, that were purchased a half hour ago, everyone smiling for the camera, all hands in pockets.

I don't stand a pregnant woman on a rock in the ocean at sunset or sunrise dressed in gossimer flowing apparel, full makeup, and a perfect hair-do, dramatically gazing out to sea.

I don't pose little girls in an old wash tub wearing large straw hats, or floppy little hats, or big daiseys in their hands, or their hair overly curled with a big pink bow, smiling for the camera.

I don't pose little boys wearing their fathers ties, with spiked hair, or granpa's old hat, in color with a compelling set up background. smiling for the camera

I certainly mean no disrespect, and this is not a judgement, but rather an objective observation of what is routinely offered in the way of contemporary family photography. It's like fluffy magazine ads without the copy. No spark of real life. No resemblance to the beautiful people we wake up with, hair naturally mussed with a giant cowlick , sleepers in the eyes!!, you know the ones that bring delight into our lives most every day... just by being their natural wondrous selves. Like we have to add a whole lot of stuff so they will then be acceptable enough to photograph and view. And as one looks from one to the next of these photographic offerings it becomes apparent that most seem to be imitating each other.