Baby Rose Photography

Baby Rose Photography Your bohemian heart, your modern love. Find them both in portraits of your world I love to come to you; newborns in your home take a LOT of pressure off!!

I have the genuine pleasure of offering a uniquely relaxed luxury portrait experience. I feel deeply that portraits should reflect who a family really is; sometimes that means in home, sometimes its out in the world and sometimes it really is in a studio. I match the experience to your specific needs as a family. I create customized portraits to enjoy on your walls and in your hands. BabyRose is a

full service experience; you will walk away with heirlooms that you can treasure for generations to come.

Spring is a kind of patience that I am aging into. Waiting for new life, knowing it’s coming but also riding through sud...
04/22/2024

Spring is a kind of patience that I am aging into. Waiting for new life, knowing it’s coming but also riding through sudden storms, freezing winds and tiny disasters that delay the blooming.

When I was waiting for my son, I was filled with storms; howling winds of uncertainty and excitement. Blustery clouds of anxieties and anticipation. Will I be a good parent? Will he be happy? Will he come home with us? The waiting was both precious and terrifying for me.

Now, my son rides his bike up and down our long country driveway as I carefully seed and dig and prepare the cool earth for new plants. The spring spools out in front of us together; slow, unsteady and unpredictable but oncoming just the same.

After-dinner bath time is a ritual; mid day bath is a luxury. When my son was small, sometimes in the winter we’d don ou...
04/12/2024

After-dinner bath time is a ritual; mid day bath is a luxury. When my son was small, sometimes in the winter we’d don our bathing suits and get the dinosaur toys and draw a play bath to break up the long long day.

When my son was almost one, we moved into a new home and in my sheer excitement over the house, I somehow failed to notice that there was no bathtub in the ground floor ( of a ranch!). We went from nightly tubs, the cuddle and closeness and play of it, to showers. With my poor baby that couldn’t even walk yet! I ultimately wound up buying a little inflatable tub and placing it in the shower but the magic was gone somehow.

Now that he is older, he loves the shower and sings away in there every night. Then, damp haired and wrapped in his robe, he sneaks up behind me and gives me wet hugs and kisses before heading off to read in bed. Those sweet bath time cuddles have transformed into “ goodnight ma!”

In the Dreaming- floating in my mind, so many ideas and plans and memories swirl through. Before my child arrived, I had...
03/22/2024

In the Dreaming- floating in my mind, so many ideas and plans and memories swirl through.

Before my child arrived, I had a lot going on. I had hobbies. I was a producing member of a cooperative art gallery. I went to the gym five times a week. My wife and I did restaurants every weekend and coffee dates in the week. I had a lot filling my cup.

The adjustment to parenting was and is, difficult. A lot of those things went away for me, no time, no energy, no attention span. The early years we were just hanging on for dear life, survival mode.

Now that my son is older, I find myself at loose ends. I have the time to pick those things back up but which ones?!? It’s an overwhelming flood of “me time” and it’s still only a fraction of the before times.

Every season is a re adjustment, a discovery of how to fit all the pieces together and still find myself in there.

The wind is blowing snow around my woods, through my trees and into my face as I walk the space between my house and my ...
03/11/2024

The wind is blowing snow around my woods, through my trees and into my face as I walk the space between my house and my chicken run this morning. It is so cold my eyes water and my nose stings. The chickens themselves refuse to leave their coop, which I totally understand.

Last week, I was sitting in the sunshine in short sleeves; happily crocheting ( yes, a doilie) while my son engaged in an elaborate nerf war with his playgroup. I thought spring was on her way and I was delirious with the belief.

Time has this sort of hurry and wait quality. The years fly by me but the spring is so slow to come. I am waiting for tulips while my son is rapidly approaching double digits. I hunt for signs of snow drops in the woods and my hair is already white.

Life is roaring along at breakneck speed and i'm not sure that even with my camera I can pause it. I look at photograph...
02/28/2024

Life is roaring along at breakneck speed and i'm not sure that even with my camera I can pause it. I look at photographs that I have made a year before, or two or three years even, and instead of feeling like time slows...I feel the sudden rush of it past my face. ⁠
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Those moments are history now, memories tucked away. When my child leapt from a tree into my arms laughing and crying all the way. When he rolled over for the first time, so many years ago now, and I felt like the world rolled with him. The moments of pensive thought that spilled into explosive action. Cheerful kisses goodbye, sleepy hugs goodnight... time slipping through my fingers. ⁠
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Photography is the art of catching the invisible wind, making the world feel the dance within every still image. Welcome to the - a gathering of photographers united by our passion to freeze motion.⁠
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Ready to see movement through our eyes? Head over to to see how they capture motion. Circle back to me, and you’ve completed our loop!⁠
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Being an adult is such a strange experience; when I was small, I thought adults had it all figured out. That they were ...
02/26/2024

Being an adult is such a strange experience; when I was small, I thought adults had it all figured out. That they were all crones and wizards, full of the secrets of the universe. I really thought that somehow as I got older, I would get wiser…. And perhaps I have but largely I just feel mostly confused and tired.

My son asks me questions about the world and often I find myself saying “ wow, that’s a good question. I don’t know!” When I imagined being a mother, I thought I’d have those answers. I thought that I would know what to do and what to say. Instead, I have just as many questions as my child. We are moving forward into the unknown together.

Hey Y'all, I've finally updated my google business listing to our new house in MA and realized that I actually only have...
07/28/2023

Hey Y'all, I've finally updated my google business listing to our new house in MA and realized that I actually only have 1 (!) google review for BabyRose.

It would mean a LOT to me if you've worked with me and enjoyed it, to leave a review on there as I start over in a new state!

Review me here : https://g.page/r/CRbM87VpAX-XEAI/review

You have unmade me, my child, and you have remade me into something entirely unexpected. ⁠⁠I was a patchwork of my child...
07/26/2022

You have unmade me, my child, and you have remade me into something entirely unexpected. ⁠
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I was a patchwork of my child self, my painful years, my detached adulthood, my artistry and my future self. Then I met you, sweet child of my heart, and suddenly the stitches came undone; unraveling along the seams as I gazed in wonder at your brand new self. ⁠
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Every time I lift you in my arms, new seams stitch themselves together. My child self finds more room in my life while my pain is carefully mended in ways that allow it to be visible and no longer open. You teach me, through your presence, of the divine nature of children. That I also was once divine. That I also once existed in that pure and perfect state of humanity. I learn to see myself the way I see you; through a haze of love. ⁠
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You give me the opportunity to try again; for myself, for you, for us both. You are a surprise of tenderness inside of me. When I lean down into your tiny anger or your sudden storm of sorrow, I meet myself all over again and I wonderingly step forward into a new pathway. ⁠
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I learn to heal myself because I want you to never have to.

05/02/2022

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I am thrilled to share with you all something I've been working on quietly ( but so passionately!). You all know that I ...
04/28/2022

I am thrilled to share with you all something I've been working on quietly ( but so passionately!). You all know that I believe in the incredible beauty and power of women. Our bodies, our abilities, our minds… we are incredible. I also believe that we so rarely are seen as ourselves; the core of us. We fall into rolls; mother, wife, daughter, business woman, teacher….we hold society together with the glue that is being feminine. But, aren't we more? Aren't we ALL of those things plus ourselves?

I've been talking a lot with my friend and fellow creative, Winni Carter about the divine feminine and the female gaze. I've been aching to make images that perceive the beauty of women FOR her own eyes. Begone the stale ‘boudoir’ images designed for male audiences… hello to gentle, loving and stunning images of your female beauty made just for YOU.

Introducing :

Self Worship Sessions

A limited edition weekend of sessions designed to embody your magic!

Inspired by the beauty and mystery of Beltane; we have floral pieces, golden crowns, branch antler headpieces, bathtubs full of moss and so much more to create a fairytale space for you. After hair and make up, we have 40 minutes to embody your inner witchy beauty creating incredible images so you will always KNOW your power.

Pick from 3 carefully designed packages , taking home gorgeous magical images to treasure forever.

Let's do this, Babe, let's make this art together!

https://www.babyrosephotography.com/self-worship-beltane

All those moments of comfort given; idly sometimes, without thought. Hugs, magical kisses that heal injuries, hands upon...
01/12/2022

All those moments of comfort given; idly sometimes, without thought. Hugs, magical kisses that heal injuries, hands upon brows.

I sat in my bathroom the other night sobbing silently after reading another article that meant more weeks in isolation for us and I found myself running my fingers over my forehead just like my mother used to do when I was small.

My son woke up last night from a nightmare, sweating and frightened. I climbed into his little bed tent and pulled him onto my lap and somehow all of a sudden at 3 am, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

How lucky am I to have my seven year old still in my arms? How lucky am I to be able to calm his fears and help him feel safe again? How lucky am I to breathe in his little boy smell and feel his soft thick hair under my fingertips?

I’m an emotional bonfire lately but sometimes, these moments come and I feel starstruck. How utterly lucky am I?

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