10/15/2026
I’ve been photographing the Ruderdorfs for nearly a decade now. I’ve watched this family grow (and grow, and grow), and somewhere in there our sessions stopped feeling like appointments and started feeling like catching up with old friends.
That history is a gift. It means when I say “okay, everyone grab hands and spin until you fall over,” Liz and Rudy (the parents) don’t flinch. They know shirts might come untucked. Curls might come loose. Someone is definitely going home with grass in their hair. And they let it happen anyway, because they trust that the real stuff is hiding in exactly those moments.
We got the pretty ones too, of course. But I’d bet the ones they frame are the ones where nobody was trying.
What’s the “mess” in your family photos that ended up being your favorite part?