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Lisa + Tom | Just Because

“Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.”
c.s.lewis

So while we were down in New Orleans I had the pleasure to photograph two of my very good friends Lisa and Tom.  There was no special reason behind it other than the fact that Lisa will be graduating with a degree in Architecture from Tulane University in May and will be moving back to New England, leaving the Big Easy behind.  So what better way to remember some good times and the feeling of New Orleans than having photo session!  Now before questions start flying let me set the record straight, this wasn’t an engagement session or anything like that(no pressure Tom!), more of a. . . . just because!  I mean why wait around for just the monumental occasion in your life to have photos taken, it’s the little things in life that mean the most . . . . . like just hanging out with whomever means the most in your life.

Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography
Ty Foster Photography

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nikki nicole - April 1, 2011 - 5:39 pm

These are FABULOUS ty!! I am so proud ….. okay so impressed!

Isabella - July 20, 2016 - 9:58 am

Since I was not very good at climbing trees, my favorites while I was growing up were white pines–the branches stuck straight out, and one could ascend as if by a circular ladder. We had a white pine next to our house, and I climbed that, but my favorite was up at the head of our street. It was an older tree, much taller, with really thick branches. I loved climbing that tree, and always dreamed of the time I would return to it, but at some point I stopped. I think it’s still thrs2&#8e11;muet check next time I return to Asheville.

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