Meet the Loseke family.

(That big blonde to the right is not included)

Over spring break I had the honor of taking the Loseke family photos in this picturesque little town they knew of near Aubrey. Here is a peek at a sliver of the pictures from their session.

Right as we started posing on the tracks the train horn sounded in the near distance. We scrambled off the tracks (Alex took off running a good deal farther than the rest of us) before deciding to use what we were given and include the whoosing train as our new backdrop — I think it ended up being better than the original picture.

Meleena, you kill me with your gorgeousness. And girls, you had better watch out for that Alex-smile.

And Brent and Paula, having raised the two models we just saw, were naturals in front of the camera themselves.

(Okay, so they’re not ACTUALLY models, but they certainly could be if they wanted to.)

Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee???

I can pinpoint the exact moment to right here. Here is when my brain REVOLTED against me and started causing me to call Alex “Brent” instead. Not just one, two, three, fourteen times — no, for the entire rest of the shoot I could only call Alex “Brent.”

Embarrassment nation.

For some reason I just fell in l-o-v-e with the front of this antique shop, so we camped out here for a while.

Look. at. this. family.

The horse in the background of this shot is particularly fitting for the Loseke family because Brent (“Brent” meaning the father, NOT Alex, the son, whom I also called Brent. Continuously.) is a big-time horse trainer. All horses, all the time.

I’d love to tell you that I purposefully said something witty and hilarious, but I very well may have just called Alex “Brent” again. For the 42nd time. It really did cross the point of ridiculousness.

Okaaaayyyyy. That’s sweet.

Seriously. You guys ARE models. I CAN’T MAKE THESE FACES UP, PEOPLE!!

 

Loseke family, you guys are great. Thank you for being your great selves in front of my camera.