Archive for November, 2014

When Muji was a baby his mother nicknamed him Baby Cool Breeze because he was so easy going and chill, never cried, never fussed.  I know babies, and grown folk, who are like this and I admire such gentle spirits.   It didn’t surprise me at all to hear that Muji was such a cool breeze from the beginning. 
Welp, when a gentle soul happens to be encased in a large, strong, athletic frame whatchya get is a gentle, cool… linebacker.   Muji played football for University of New Hampshire, and I’m sure he enjoyed that experience along with the vast cultural diversity up there in the granite state. 😉

In August 2011, so about ten minutes ago, Muji and his brother were in a car accident.  The car burst into flames and Muji lost the bottom of both of his legs and the fingers on his left hand. His brother, from what I understand, has also suffered very serious burns.
I bet if you take more than three minutes you can remember exactly what you were doing in August of 2011.  Maybe your life has changed dramatically since then, maybe it hasn’t changed at all.  Maybe you *meant* to finally get the job or lose the weight or start the program or end the bullshit or start some bullshit, I obviously have no idea.  I can rest pretty easily on the fact that few lives have changed quite like Muji’s has.  This motherfucker is so strong and so talented and so warm and so cool, and in the past three years he’s…well… learned how to live, walk, run, be at peace, struggle, persevere, test himself, test the people he loves, and bring a SON INTO THE WORLD!!  He bought a gorgeous home, partnered off with *the* prettiest, coolest, chillest chick ever, has became a motivational speaker, and frankly realized that that accident in 2011 has opened more doors and more opportunities for love and life and connection than he could have EVER done without it.  Can we get a fucking AMEN on that please?  Can we get a fucking amen on the beauty and perseverance and STRENGTH of the human soul? Of THIS human’s soul. 
Baby Cool Breeze?  Damn fucking right.
Muji Karim is a star among us, y’all.  It is an EXTREME HONOR to have been trusted to spend the day with this guy.   All we did was laugh our asses off all day and then I watched this guy RUN ON BLADES!!! 
GAHHHH!!!!!  I’m so on fire right now with MAD RESPECT and LOVE OF LIFE!!!    Muji, thank you SO MUCH for taking your journey with SUCH grace, man.  You are AN INSPIRATION TO THE ENTIRE WORLD, bro!   There is NO ONE LIKE YOU!!!!  I love you so much!  Have since the moment we met. 
The best is yet to come, Muji.  Hang the fuck on.  
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!
 
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Marilyn was due with twins, a boy and a girl, on November 4th, 2014.  But almost four months early, Jeremiah and Elizabeth were born on July 24th, 2014 at a hospital in Boston. 
Marilyn tells me that Jeremiah was the sweetest, chillest little guy.  At not even two pounds he was pure gentle love.  Elizabeth, Lizzy, was feisty and strong, a fighter from the first breath.

Some lives are 100 years, some are 35 years, others are 12 years, and some lives are nine days long.  I do not pretend to understand it, but it is something we have to trust.  In just nine days, Jeremiah taught his strong, resilient, kind mama just how wonderful a man could be.  His life has opened his mother’s heart not to break it, but to expand it infinitely in a tender, loving, gentle way.  Sometimes lives are nine days long.

Lizzy, on the other hand, is weighing in at the chub club at a whopping 7 pounds.  And if you’ve never seen a living chocolate chip you’re about to.  Lizzy is my idol.  Well, Marilyn is, but Lizzy is the side kick all my idols have.  She’s feisty and strong, determined and adorable, and her toes are wicked cute and I want to shove them all in my mouth and eat her whole.  And she already has great hair.

I hung out with Marilyn and Lizzy at the NICU at Beth Israel Hospital for a bit.  Lizzy will be coming home in a couple weeks.  I assume we’ll be cheering her on in her amazing, beautiful, and long life.  Right alongside her mama.

Marilyn, it was a pleasure and an honor to be there for you and your daughter.  You are a strong, beautiful, kind soul and you are SURROUNDED by love.  The best is yet to come, my friend.  THE BEST IS YET TO COME!!!!!!  YOU ARE LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yay! Cute family!!!  I met my friend, Jen, recently at the life changing Squam Art Retreat in Holderness, NH.  It was friend love at first sight and we’re already thick as thieves.  Needless to say I fell all over myself when she asked me to photograph her and her family in Providence.   This is what I saw.  I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!  THANK YOU!!!
 
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Wow, ‘nother tough day at the office with this crew.  This family, who I photographed a couple years ago, is legit the nicest, cutest, chillest crew around. Jack, the lil guy, is so nice his own mother calls him Little Buddha.  They’re a giggly, silly, sweet, break your heart gorgeous crew and I feel extremely blessed to be able to point my camera at them.  Period.
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