Corey Flint Photography, 39 Lexington Road, Lincoln, MA (2026)

05/26/2026

When you think about doing a family photo session, what comes to mind?

Maybe it’s being told to stand in different places in a field while passersby give you sideways glances and your level of self-consciousness reaches beyond what you thought its maximum capacity could be.

Meanwhile, your kids are both upset because the ice cream that was promised to them wasn’t delivered immediately. You forgot they have no concept of time.
Your partner, who agreed to this begrudgingly, is so tense that their fingers are digging into your hip. You’re clenching your teeth so hard you could probably crack a Brazil nut in there.

The photographer keeps saying things like “Just look natural!” while telling you to stand at a 47-degree angle with your hand on your hip in a way no human has ever naturally stood.

You’re stress sweating. Your kids and partner are over it. You’re wondering if this was a terrible idea.

It doesn’t have to be like that.

Picture this instead. You’re watching your two kids feed alpacas. They’re both throwing their heads back in laughter. And you notice that you and your partner are embracing. Not because someone told you to. Not to pose for a picture. Just because there’s this closeness.

And it occurs to you that this hasn’t happened in a long time. That you haven’t been together in this way in a while.

But right now, in this moment, there’s this warmth. The roles have ended. The self-consciousness has dissolved. You’re just a family.

And there happens to be somebody there who knows a lot about light and angles and all that.

That’s what a good family photo session can be. I wrote a full guide on how to prepare for one without spiraling.

coreyflint.com/how-to-prepare-for-a-family-photo-session/

05/22/2026

Pepita enjoys seafood but she really does not enjoy when other birds ask her if she likes seafood and she says “I certainly do” and they show her their mouth full of food and say “See!?! Food.”

05/21/2026

Ever since I was born, my mom’s side of the family has been incredibly close. We took a family portrait every year, non-negotiable. Usually with a camera timer, a tripod, and film.

I managed to ruin every single one of these photos, from age 0 to probably 15. Weird faces, closed eyes, looking the wrong direction. I had a real talent for sabotage.

On the plus side, I now know exactly how to connect with kids who seem intent on making a weird face in every photo. Because they are me.

Extended family sessions are one of my favorite things to photograph.
Coordinating multiple households across different time zones, with varying levels of enthusiasm for “family photos,” is no small feat. I help streamline the planning so the actual session feels easy.

There’s no perfect season for this. Just the season when your family can actually be in the same place at the same time. That window is shorter than we’d like to think.

More on how these sessions work on the blog.
coreyflint.com/boston-extended-family-photographer/

05/20/2026

It’s hard to get anywhere as a small business without a solid team behind you. Unfortunately for me, that team consists of a bunch of farm animals and a baby.
They are collectively known as the Corey Flint Photography Farm Animal And Baby Team, or C.F.P.F.A.B.T., which is also a fart noise if pronounced phonetically.

Hattie has a lot going for her as an employee: gregarious, unafraid, independent, approachable. On the downside, she regularly spits right in my face and it ruins my day every time. I have to go take a shower afterward.

Louise is the best looking of the three alpacas, but clearly expects to coast through life using her looks alone. She is nice to everyone except me, so that’s a pro.
Monte is an Australian cattle dog, which means he is a mixture of a blue merle, a wild dingo, and a Tasmanian devil. He is very extra.

The cows contribute little to team discourse, but are very quick to voice their complaints. They also love to knock over my light stands when I leave them in the field.

Full introductions on the blog.
coreyflint.com/farm-animals-near-boston/

05/19/2026

The most common question I get before a session isn’t about outfits or timing or whether the kids will cooperate. It’s some version of this: how do we look natural in family photos?

The honest answer is that you probably can’t make it happen. But you can stop preventing it.

I’ve been photographing families on a working farm just outside of Boston for years, and the pattern is consistent: the families who try hardest to control their session tend to get the worst photos. The families who let go tend to get the ones that stop you mid-scroll.

This past year I’ve also been listening to a book called The Tao of Parenting in the car. It’s based on the Tao Te Ching, a Chinese philosophical text from around 500 BCE. 81 short chapters. Roughly zero sentences that make immediate sense on the first read.

And yet it keeps describing what I see in sessions.

The full piece has four more concepts from Taoism. One of them involves an alpaca spitting a full mouthful of food directly into a senior portrait subject’s face, point blank, deeply rude, and how the thirty seconds after that produced some of the best photos from the session.

https://coreyflint.com/how-to-look-natural-in-family-photos/

05/11/2026

We have a winner!

Congratulations to who nominated Emily Gaines -- you're getting the full Flint Farm experience this spring!

We can't wait to make some photos with your family!

A huge thank you to everyone who entered. As promised, everyone who entered is getting something really special. Keep an eye on your inboxes later this week.

Happy Mother's Day. 🌸

05/10/2026

I took this photo of Sue in the delivery room the day Gus was born. She'd been in labor for most of the day. She's holding this wrinkled, gurgly babe, and she is glowing in a way I've never quite been able to explain.

You might assume this is my favorite photo because of the moment it was taken in. "The day my child was born" is almost guaranteed to be in the top spot when people list important milestones in their lives. But I see something deeper than a moment in time here.

What I see is love coming through her eyes so completely that there's no room for anything else. She'd been awake for twenty-something hours and had just performed a miracle. The usual coverings had fallen away: the tension, the effort, the fear. What was left was her, exactly her, radiating something I'd never seen quite so clearly before.

The thing I've been sitting with is that the love in that photo hasn't gone anywhere. I see it when Sue reads to Mae at bedtime, both of them tucked in together with the book between them. I see it when she gets home from work and Gus spots her from across the yard and launches into a ridiculous toddler sprint toward her. It's the same quality. Just on a Tuesday.

Being a partner and a parent and a teammate all at once is genuinely hard, and I don't think either of us would pretend otherwise. That love gets buried beneath a barrage of conundrums, like how the sink is full of dishes again? How are we going to make it to four birthday parties on one Saturday? And why is this chair wet?

But the love doesn't go anywhere when it gets covered over. It just waits.

A great photo can be a window into what's always just underneath. You can't force it out of someone. You can't even bring it out in yourself, not exactly. But you can create the conditions where it's more likely to show up.

One thing I love about Sue is that it always shines through when the conditions are right. In my book she's the perennial Mom of the Year.

The Mom of the Year Giveaway closes tonight! Enter or nominate someone here:

https://coreyflint.com/mom-of-the-year-giveaway

05/07/2026

They arrived a little nervous, a little excited. The two older boys looked around the field with skepticism. Before I took my camera out, I asked them which one was faster.

They looked at each other. Then they just took off down the path through the middle of the field.

While they were gone I grabbed my camera.

Heather had told me beforehand that she didn't have one good photo of all three boys together. Three boys, including an 8-month-old, camera shy, unlikely to cooperate. I told her to just show up, wear something you can move in, and I'll take it from there.

From the moment the boys got back from their sprint we just made the whole thing a game. Jumping off pumpkins. Staring contests. Fart noises. Piggybacks. At one point I was holding the baby with one arm while each parent was holding a kid upside down, a feat of acrobatism that resulted in one of my favorite family portraits ever.
What I noticed watching these two was that they already had it together in all the ways that actually matter. Sturdy but not rigid. Strong and beautifully tender. All in on each other and on raising good, capable humans.

Heather's dream was one photo with everyone looking at the camera. I stood on a pumpkin to get the angle and fell off. Then I put the pumpkin on my head and got the shot.

She wrote afterward: "I thought it was impossible to capture a family photo with all 5 of us. Not for Corey. He made the experience a FUN adventure for everyone." She capitalized FUN herself.

If you know a mom who's convinced her family is too much mayhem to photograph, the Mom of the Year giveaway closes midnight May 9th. → coreyflint.com/mom-of-the-year-giveaway

05/06/2026

An emergency summit convened in my head after I launched something in April and got almost no bookings from it.

First, the Self-Criticism Committee (SCC) gathered their documents, adjusted their lanyards, and launched a PowerPoint. Slides included an infographic on procrastination, a mostly blue pie chart showing expectations vs. outcome, and a Word Art graphic with a drop shadow that just says "POTENTIAL" over a stock image of a sunset.

The floor was then turned over to the Blame and Deflection Delegation (BADD), who had strong feelings about the economy, the president, and the position of Mercury relative to Saturn. Both groups found common ground on the essential point: this was definitely a big deal and absolutely somebody's fault.
They also recommended I get a haircut because I look stupid. I'm not a Brazilian soccer player.

I'm happy to report I didn't let them finish. Instead I'm relaunching the Mom of the Year Giveaway, which you can enter for $0. Full family session at Flint Farm, $100 print credit, hand-tied bouquet from Hazen Hill Flowers. Total value over $2,000. Enter yourself or nominate someone who deserves it:

https://coreyflint.com/mom-of-the-year-giveaway

05/01/2026

They say bad things come in threes and these black crowned night herons are no exception. But they’re bad like Michael Jackson bad. But not bad like the bad things Michael Jackson was accused of doing, bad like the Michael Jackson song where he sings about being bad.

04/30/2026

It was 10:30 PM. The dishes were done, the coffee was set up for tomorrow. I was sitting at the dining room table feeling like a lifeless husk with one more chore to do: create an Easter scavenger hunt for Mae.

I reached for my phone, devoid of the needed juice to do anything creative, and tried to outsource the task to an AI bot. What came back was pathetic.
Then I looked up.

On the wall across from me is a painting my dad made as a wedding gift for Sue and me. It has straight lines in it, which is unusual for him. It also has a title, which most of his pieces didn’t: The Path Home.

I put the phone down, got up, and walked through the house. As I went from room to room, the clues seemed to write themselves.

The next morning, Mae stood in her pajamas reading her first clue. I asked if she wanted me to read it to her. “Sure,” she said, with the enthusiasm of a preschooler who had been asked if she’d like to go to CVS.

Her energy built until she was running from one clue to the next, deciphering rhymes, taking off for the next hiding spot without pausing.

Mae said something last fall that I keep coming back to. I was telling her about how things in nature decompose and turn into something new. Then she absolutely wrecked me by saying “I think Grampa Dean turned into you.”
He would have turned 81 on Monday this week.

His paintings are everywhere in our house. So are her drawings. She creates the way he did, lost in making, no concern for how it’s supposed to look.

I miss my dad. But on Easter morning this year, I remembered what Mae said on that walk, and how right she was.

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