The story is unforgettable. It was the moment my water broke, the emotions and reactions that ensued, and the photos that captured it. So, why aren’t the photos on my wall? My son is now four years old, and before his birthday I was sharing the story with a dear friend on a walk, and it occurred to me that I don’t have these photos hanging up in my house! They are precious, incredible, life altering moments, and it is ridiculous that I don’t have prints. 

...And now there's water on my floor. Four years later and my studio has never been the same. No one really prepares for a photoshoot. You have an idea, past experiences, but the day of the shoot in studio or on location can be generally... chaotic.  And that's kind of the theme for all art, organized chaos. So when your pregnant visionary emerges out of your studio bathroom with puzzled expression, and casually drops to the team... "So I just released a quarter cup of water in the bathroom?", an apt response is to go speechless and or pale.