Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

I want to be a mirror for your whole body, and I never want to be blind, or to be too old to hold up your heavy and swaying picture. I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie, and I want my grasp of things to be true before you. I want to describe myself like a painting that I looked at closely for a long time, like a saying that I finally understood, like the pitcher I use every day, like the face of my mother, like a ship that carried me through the wildest storm of all. 

Rainer Maria Rilke

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination. 

Roman Payne

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

In the fall, I believe again in poetry
if nothing else it is
a movement of the mind.

But the mind trembles
here, on the brink
the mind trembles
there is life, after all,
there is life, still
unbelief left. 

Jaakko A. Ahokas

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth. 

The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby – awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Lemony Snicket

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Girls, there are poets who learn from you
to say, what you, in your aloneness, are;
and they learn through you to live distantness,
as the evenings through the great stars
become accustomed to eternity. 

Rainer Maria Rilke

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth.” 
“I’m a girl. That’s my job.” 

Street Magic, Tamora Pierce

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.

The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always, 
As long as I’m living, 
my baby you’ll be. 

Love You Forever, Robert Munsch

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Dianna Capco Photography - Sang & Will

Thank you very much Sang, Will, Ruth, Billy, Bella, Bailey and Jen for such an amazing day!

 

 

 

 

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

Gustave Flaubert

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Pablo Neruda

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t.

Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

Haruki Murakami

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

This ocean is yours, and mine:
these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures,
fans upon whose feathers, love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors,
all bear the trace of someone’s fingers on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.

Pablo Neruda

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From the stormy archipelagoes I brought 
my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, 
the habitual slowness of natural things: 
they made up my wild heart.

Pablo Neruda 

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,
the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Rest with your dream in my dream. 
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now. 
The night turns on its invisible wheels, 
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping ember. 

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. 
No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon. 

Pablo Neruda

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Thank you Gilded By Ruth de Castro for the beautiful styling!

 

An amazing day with Kristina – a soul so beautiful, it’s as if she houses the enthralling Sacramento light – and her wonderful son Julian. Thank you for the nostalgia you have set in motion.

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

If I can only recount 
the story of my life 
right out of my body 
flames will grow.

Rumi

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

The moment I met you I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, what you really might be. There was so much about you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. 

Realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar, which are the aims, the false ideals, of our age.

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

Lord Henry, to Dorian Gray
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. 

(Every day you play with the light of the universe.)

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret — you return to the beauty you have always been. 

Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black, Aberjhani

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Dianna Capco Photography - Julian & Kristina

Thank you Kristina, Julian, Ruth and Milena for an incredible day!

 

 

Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger’s touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body. But from the very start, there is that small streak of steel within each child. That thing that says “I am,” and forms the core of personality.

Dragonfly In Amber, Diana Gabaldon

So begins a beautifully sweet afternoon with Noah, who turned 3 weeks old that day. It is such a wonderful experience watching newborns fall asleep, their pink little arms and toes dancing earnestly to the sun’s rays right before slumber (and how nothing in the world can wake them up once they’re there). Noah was such a good boy, crying only for his milk and a diaper change. And before we knew it, amidst all the adults fussing about him in one of the hottest days of the year, Noah sunk blissfully deep, deep, deep into dreamland.

Thank you Lynn, Jay, YayaLola and Arianne for teatime and a lovely siesta hour. ♥

 A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world.

The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver

Newborn babies can’t do much on their own –
They can’t eat or walk or talk on the phone –
But every parent is sure their creation is without a doubt a tremendous sensation.

Jennifer Davis

This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.

Rick Bragg