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I was right in the middle of a lovely weekend settling my sister into her new apartment in downtown Miami. It was a Sunday morning and I had just returned from a 5 mile jog that weaved its way through a mix of shimmering highrise hotels and paved palm tree lined paths around the little Biscayne Key Island with views of Biscayne Bay and the downtown Miami skyline in a sea of young fit runners, bicyclists, and hip parents pushing strollers. Did anyone else just try to visualize that in their head? Seriously it was like no other jogging path I've taken before. Beeeee-auuuu-tiful. My mom passed me the phone with my dad on the other end, "Carrie, what were you thinking? You do know that Miami is the murder capital of the world, right?" I proceeded to brush off his confusing response to my glorious morning run with some jokes about having to hop over crime scene tape and body bags along my path. But my confusion grew. You see, this wasn't the first time I had encountered a negative, fearful response to any mention of Miami. And the more I got aquainted with the city the more I wondered what everyone was so afraid of?
Even though I grew up in South Florida, just three hours away from the city we never came here. Ever. We barely even mentioned the place. Most people I knew in my home town had stars in their eyes for cities like New York. We planned elaborate trips and dreamed of when we could go back to the big city. But Miami was not given a second glance. It was taboo. Forbidden, beyond catching cheap international flights to South America. And I didn't think much about it I suppose. It wasn't until just a few years ago when my mom and I had to make a quick trip down that way which ended up turning into, God forbid, an overnight stay, that I actually experienced the city for the first time. A downtown hotel with a view of the bay, dinner and shopping on Lincoln Avenue in Miami Beach. Everything seemed rather spontaneous at the time but looking back I see the providence in it all. My eyes were opened to a delightful Miami. I am not sure I even had an opinion of the place before this trip, no need to, it was not a city to even blink at it seemed. But here I was, falling in love.
Fast forward two years and I am moving my sister into her downtown Miami, Brickell Avenue apartment that happens to be just down the street from the hotel my mom and I stayed at. And everyone from my small town home that I tell about this move seem to gasp with wide eyes, "why would she ever want to move there??" The offense dripping from them crinkled, upturned nose. I'd try to excuse it away with simple facts about my sister like, "well, she likes walkable neighborhoods and cities... she speaks Spanish fluently... she just got off a two year stint in Lima, the capital city of the third world country of Peru..." But why did it seem that I always had to defend her decision to move to Miami? And why did it seem like Miami was getting an unjust bad wrap. Come to find out more times than not the people that were most offended by the city had never even really experienced it for themselves.
So I started to do some research. It turns out Miami, though never the murder capital of the world, did hold the U.S. title... in 1984. I was four years old. No wonder my parents weren't bringing me down this way for the circus and beach trips and such. It was a scary place for a family that chose to bring up their children in the comfort and safety of a small town. And I hear that just 10 years ago you wouldn't be caught dead on the same street of my sister's beautiful little apartment past dark. Apparently Miami was a different city in its past. Maybe that is why it is so endearing to me. Miami and I are a bit like kindred spirits in a way. And aren't we all in need of a second chance in one area or another.
This same week while I was in Miami I happened to be reading through the story of Ruth. A young widow from the pagan nation of Moab leaves her family, her home and her gods to follow her mother-in-law (also a widow who just lost her two sons, talk about sadness) back to her homeland in Bethlehem and ultimately follow Naomi back to her God. In Bethlehem she was now a foreigner, an outcast and so far at the bottom of the food chain that she had to go glean to be able to survive (a.k.a. pick up the scraps left behind in stranger's fields during harvest). Much like Miami, Ruth, who was eventually providentially ushered into the blood line of Jesus Christ himself, had a past that it seemed many could not let go of. Nearly every time you see her name in the bible it is attached to her past as a Moabite (Ruth 1:22, 2:2,6,21). Could someone cut the girl a break already? That is funny you should ask... (*in steps Boaz, the kinsman redeemer.) Boaz saw beyond her past and through to the heart of the Ruth of that day. He saw her actions that reflected her heart in her devotion and commitment to Naomi and Naomi's God. In fact Boaz never referred to Ruth as a Moabite (as everyone else did) except for just once when he was trying to win her for himself from a closer relative. Ruth was redeemed, she was given another chance and through her and Boaz's bloodline eventually introduced us to The Redeemer of us all. That is right, Jesus was in the bloodline of Ruth... the Moabite.
As I look out the window at the palm trees swaying in the gentle coastal breeze, the sparkling clean sidewalks and the happy babies being pushed in strollers on their morning walks it makes me wonder, what is the real Miami? Is it its seedy past with drug lords and "most dangerous city" titles or is it this thing that I see right here, right now out the window? The answer seemed clear, when I thought of it through the eyes of Boaz and ultimately through the eyes of our God. If we all steered clear and were fearful of things that had a scary past then we would miss out on some pretty awesome and beautiful things right in front of you in the present. And maybe, just maybe it is only because of its past that Miami could be what it is today. If it hadn't been so dark it would not have had to fight so fiercely for the light again. Thank God for redemption. Thank God for reaching his hands down into the darkest of places and pulling us up to the light again. And thank God for giving people the eyes to see and the heart to believe in redemption for others.
And, come on Dad, although I do know to be aware of my surroundings when out for a jog in the city, let's give this here city another chance why don't we?
"But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for His possession, so that you may proclaim the praises of the One who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light." 1 Peter 2:9
I didn't pick up my big girl camera on the trip, not once. And I had high hopes for some polaroid projects that just never happened. I suppose I was so busy in the moment of things that a camera just would have seemed to get in the way. But I did have my phone on me at all times and left a trail of bread crumbs a mile long on Instagram that had my friends and family thinking I had made a move to MIA for good. Here is a little glimpse into the palm tree rich Miami I was able to experience during my stay.
Calvary Chapel Downtown / Brickell / Last year I attended The One Conference in Miami that was coordinated and put on by Pedro Garcia, the pastor of Calvary Chapel Church in Miami. His church has just started a downtown Miami worship service on Sunday nights that just so happened to be hosted in the Presbyterian Church just down the road from my sister's place. Awesome and uplifting experience in the heart of Miami.
Monty's / South Beach / We had a lovely sunset dinner here with all the girls while my mom and my aunt were in town on the first weekend of my stay. It is right on the water with views of the bay, strolling families and lots and lots of giant yachts.
Oliver's / Miami Beach / I discovered this place through a DesignSponge city guide to Miami (which I consulted a lot on this trip, especially after the success we had at this place.) We sat outside and had a Sunday brunch at this off the beaten path South Beach spot just before my mom and aunt left town on my first weekend.
Eternity Coffee Roasters / Downtown / Believe it or not, I did have to work while in Miami for the week and work required internet service which wasn't quite set up at my sister's place. We found this downtown coffee shop on Yelp and parked it here for the day enjoying specialty drip coffee, free wifi, friendly service and a comfy seat.
Sugarcane / Wynwood / Tapas / I overheard a conversation at the coffee shop where a local raved about this place called Sugarcane, touting it as her favorite restaurant in all of Miami. When searching for a parking spot for a quick trip to the Target in Wynwood we drove right by the place and decided to stop in. Good decision. Eavesdropping paid off. Delish.
Sakaya Kitchen / Wynwood / Asian Fusion / Another DesignSponge suggestion. My sis and I got rice bowls at this casual food stop. I couldn't get enough of the gingered brussels sprouts mixed with the jasmine rice. Seriously, I dream about them.
Bonding / Brickell / Japanese and Thai / We pretty much just stumbled upon this place when plans for a mani/pedi went array, we had already paid $10 for parking and we had some time to spare before church on Sunday night. I don't know if it was the hip, pink interior or the owner sitting outside ushering us in that took us through the door. But we definitely weren't disappointed by the Pad Thai, sushi and complimentary glass of Pinot at this newly opened spot.
100 Montaditos / Brickell / Spanish Sandwich Shop / We happened to hit up this place in the middle of our 3 mile walk on a Wednesday where all their mini-sandwiches are only $1. Score. And it was yummy. Double score.
Rosa Mexicano / Mary Brickell Village / We only had appetizers here but none-the-less the food was good, the atmosphere was nice and the location was bustling on this Friday night.
Lido Restaurant at The Standard / Miami Beach / To cap off my trip to Miami my sis and I found our way (thanks to DesignSponge, again) to this little hidden gem on the Venetian Causeway just before you get to Miami Beach. Located overlooking the water on a boardwalk off the pool deck of the trendy Standard Hotel in Miami Beach this place was heavenly for a late Sunday afternoon lunch. Simply heavenly.
I was at a friend of a friend's house earlier this week and, in my typically fashion, I started scanning the walls for photographs. I love seeing what a family cherishes, what memories they hold dear and what moments they choose to celebrate through the printed artifact. And then I hit jackpot... the Christmas Card display. This particular family had a TON of friends apparently, because their display was overflowing with images and collages of happy families, donning everything from scarfs and sweaters to full on camo. And up on the wall, proudly displayed were some of the very families I had the joy to photograph this fall season. It was such a treat to see how they took our images and made them into something uniquely them in a holiday card display. Bravo, my families (yes, I am taking ownership of you and am beaming with pride at your creativeness). I think I should include a clause in my contract that insists each client mails me a holiday card. Maybe next year.
This year was a big one for Caroline Maxcy Photography. Going into my second full year in central Florida as a full time photographer my business tripled. Surrounded by friends and family, Highlands County has been a truly extraordinary place to grow a business. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you to all my clients and friends! All of this has been through word of mouth, might I add, this girl has done the bare minimum on marking and advertising (shame on me, but this will be changing in the new year. Stay posted.) Needless to say, I have realized that my lack in blog posting leaves the general public completely in the dark as to my going ons. But more devastating (for lack of a less dramatic word) is the fact that I have been incredibly blessed beyond belief this fall photo season with the people, places and beautifulness I have been able to view through my lens and I haven't shared a single image with you all. You are missing out! So without further adieu I present to you Caroline Maxcy Photography's fall photo clients in all their gloriousness. This, of course, is a painstakingly narrowed down version of each session. And if you have ever been a client of mine you know how hard this is for me, the one who celebrates every. single. detail. And thus ends up handing you a photo disc with double the number of images stated in the contract. I can't decide if it is a blessing or a curse.
Thank you for inviting me into your lives this year and allowing me to tell a little glimpse of your story.
The Davis Family
I started off the fall season with the extended Davis Family at their beautiful homestead in Okeechobee, FL.
The Pritchett Family
The Wells Family
The Stephens Family (starting off with a little mini "in home" session)
The Hines Family
The Griffin Family
The Belflower Family
The Hoffman Family
An Extended Family Session with the Hoffman Family.
... The Von Merveldt Fmaily
... The Hayes Family
The West Family
The Reed Family
The Smith Family
The Smoak Family
The Webb Family
The Radonski Family
The Price Family
The Smehyl Fmaily
Kelly & Sophia
The Spencer Family
The Wohl Family
Savannah's 1st Birthday Celebration
There were a few GORGEOUS fall weddings, a sweet engaged pair and a beautiful senior sesh nestled in between all these lovely families. But that is a whole other post... or two.
My heart thudded in my chest. I had not been to a women's event in quite some time. I forgot the emotions that swell up when surrounded by kindred spirits, our stories all intertwined into a single thread that makes up the joy and heartbreak of womanhood. Angela Thomas was speaking to my soul. My senses were heightened, everything felt heavy with meaning. The college girl beside, her bible lovingly worn and highlighted open on her lap. My prayer for the past few months for a vision and a hope for the future. The vagueness I saw ahead. My gapingly empty wallet. The oaks and FL sun above. My mom by my side, her phone in her lap, awaiting any news on her brother, Dennis, who lay in a hospice bed back home crippled by cancer they discovered just 6 months ago, a 52 year old father of three. No news. Heaviness. Life.
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud.
Angela, in her effortless and beautiful way was telling a story of one of her sons who was running his first 5k at age eight. His older brother had left him behind early in the race and now the eight year old was running alone. After awaiting his arrival at the finish line, scanning the horizon for painstakingly long he topped the hill and made is way to the cheering crowd and the arms of his adoring, relieved mom. Breathless he musters up his analysis... "Mom, it was soooo hard... And it was all up hill at the end."
"let us run with endurance the race that is set before us," Hebrews 12:1
It was all I could do to hold back weeping.
Thud thud.
Thud thud.
Why does it have to be soooo hard?
If there is one thing that I have learned over the past few years is that good or bad, rich or poor, inside or outside of faith there is no escaping the hardness of life. And God never promises this either. No matter how many rules you obey, how devote you may be, how careful you play your cards, how many good deeds you do, the heartbreaking, oftentimes crippling, hardness finds its way through. Heaviness.
John 16:33 "You will have suffering in this world..."
Pslams 34:19 "Many are the afflictions of the righteous..."
It has been over a week now since I sat beneath those oaks and under the teaching of Angela Thomas. And today my entire family came together to mourn the loss of and celebrate the life of their brother and father, my uncle Dennis. You see, on December 9th, 2012 more hardness settled into our lives. My mom did indeed get the call with news that her brother had slipped the surly bonds of earth and was now in the presence of Jesus, his Jesus.
Today our hearts broke for his young family and yet we were filled with laughter of the memories of this comical, curious and thoughtful man's life and were filled with joy for the knowledge of what and Who we knew Dennis had lived for here on earth and with Who we all knew he was now spending his eternity with in heaven.
You see on the other side of every verse in the bible that speaks of suffering there is hope.
John 16:33 "You will have suffering in this world. Be courageous! I have conquered the world."
Pslams 34:19 "Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all."
In the end, on the other side of every struggle, every heartbreak, every battle, every long, grueling race "that was all up hill at the end," the Lord prevails. Jesus wins. And we have hope.
On the subject of fall I have to make a confession. I don't particularly like it. Where everyone seems to go on and on about their love for this particular season at the first slight crisp in the air, I tend to cringe. It is not that I am not truly fond of the cooler weather, the way the sunlight changes it's hue and the foliage all around us explodes with glorious displays of color (although we don't get much of that down here in FL). And of course I do happen to love all the cozy scents and tastes that pop up all around us in our pumpkin spiced coffees and warm pots of chili accompanied by sweet cornbread. But to me all of these things serve as an omen... winter is coming. And on the other side of Christmas there is nothing but gloom in my book. Everything dies, becomes brown and twiggy and the whole of creation seems to hold its breath and turn blue as we wait for life to burst forth again in—what is my favorite season of all—spring.
I have tried to change my attitude about this thing. I really have. I have tried to just enjoy the moment, not looking at every beautiful, blazing leaf on a tree as an omen of it's eminent death. (I am sure there is something a psychologist could glean out of all of this.) And there are those times where fall in all its spectacular glory takes my breath away and in awe and amazement my fear of winter is all but forgotten for a few moments. This past week one of my favorite North Eastern photographers posted images from a wedding she recently shot in Pennsylvania at a rustic location blanketed by autumn leaves in all their glory with evidence of fall everywhere.
I loved fall again.
And I missed my days of living in North Carolina. There were certain spots in my drive to and from school and/or work that would pull me along. Up ahead would be the tree that would have a golden glow like the afternoon sun and just around the corner would be a canopy of burning red maples covering the road for a spell. I loved to walk through NC State's campus during this time and I especially loved it when I was able to take trips to the mountains. The rolling hills of reds and yellows just made me simply want to give a big bear hug to the earth and say "thanks."
After all that, I don't have a single fall image for you all today. But in all my reminiscing about North Carolina I was brought back to these images from Rachael and Kent's summertime wedding in downtown Raleigh this past year. It was quite the creative affair. From the creativity in the designed pieces and the reception decor to the creativity in searching out ways to get beautiful things on a budget, these two put together an event that was bursting with vibrant life, with colorful fun and with lots of love.
Congrats Rachael and Kent! And may you two be enjoying your first lovely North Carolina fall together as the newly Mr. and Mrs.
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