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Family Portrait Season is among us and even though I'm a part time Cincinnati resident now, I can still come to you Nashville, and reek havoc all over your backyard. Ha! It's funny because creating art with a really nice family and their kiddos and little critters is so rewarding.  Kids are real. They give you what they give you and capturing that is like therapy, quite frankly.  They remind me not to take life so seriously.















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