The Season
I know everyone waits for those rich, golden October leaves — the fiery reds and deep oranges that scream fall. But if I’m being honest? Late summer, right on the edge of the season shifting, might be my favorite time to photograph families.
In September, the grass is still lush and vibrant, the air is warm but softer, and the trees begin to hint at what’s coming next. You get the best of both worlds — fresh green landscapes with just a whisper of autumn tucked into the background. It feels alive. Effortless. A little wild.
The Family
And when you pair a season like that with a family like the Jacksons — adventurous, playful, completely themselves — it becomes magic. The kind of session where shoes come off, kids run freely, and laughter carries across the field. The kind that doesn’t feel posed or forced, but honest and full of life.
September sessions don’t always get the spotlight, but they hold something really special — that in-between beauty, where everything feels natural and unfiltered. Just like the best family memories should.


























The Property
The session took place at Mason’s family home — a place that already holds so much of their story. In fact, it’s the very same property where Mason and Hope said their vows nearly seven years ago.
I can still picture Hope on their wedding day, barefoot on the grass, swinging from the old tire swing with her dress catching the wind. She looked completely free — no worries, no rush — just joy. It’s one of those images that stays with you.
Coming back years later, with children running through the same yard, felt full circle. The land hasn’t changed, but their story has grown. What was once the beginning of their marriage is now the backdrop to their family’s everyday magic.
There’s something incredibly meaningful about photographing a family in a place layered with history. This isn’t just a pretty location — it’s home. It’s where they started. And it’s where they’ll keep returning, season after season, watching their babies grow in the same fields where their love first took root.
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