... WELL THAT GOT WEIRD FAST.

MORE WEIRDNESS PLEASE?

Okay, here’s the deal. Once upon a time, at the ripe age of 3, I galloped across the bowling alley to see my dad who, as was routine, launched me into the air like the tiny dancer I was, only to be greeted by a fan blade to the forehead. What happened next is a blur because of the pain, but mostly because I was 3 and now I’m 34 so I can’t recall. But I imagine it sounded like kittens dying. A number of stitches, and chocolate ice cream later, and I haven’t been the same since. You see, I was *probably* going to be your regular corporate overachiever. But then my dad had to go launch me into a ceiling fan and I haven’t fit into a box since. BTW, I hate chocolate ice cream now. Coincidence? I doubt it. ANYWAYS, now I'm a photographer, a mom x5, working at weird hours of the night, and raising my babies with a happy heart. It's probably my dad's fault.

I'm Blakely!

Hi...

New braunfels family
& motherhood photographer

and mom x5...

When I'm not photographing families like yours, or listening to an audio book while editing at midnight, you can find me chasing my minions and following their orders, playing chauffeur, or making their eleventeenth snack of the day. I'm busy. I'm exhausted. I'm happy. And I thank God every day for this life!