Favorite Sessions

My favorite sessions show love, personality, relationships, life.  My favorite subjects are the ones who can look in my camera and declare “Here I am, for better or for worse.”  I love photographing a child’s tantrum as much as I love a good snuggle.  I love the unexpected moments, the accidental photograph.  I love to photograph a goofy grin, a shared laugh.  I want to photograph a session that inspires memories, that takes you back to a specific moment in time.  I love my job, and I’m honored to put my clients in front of my lens.

About Pikku Arkki Valokuvaus

Pikku Arkki Valokuvaus ultimately documents the love affair between my children and me.

Pikku Arkki Valokuvaus means Little Ark Photography in English.  Its original title is Finnish.  Finnish is the language spoken in Finland.  And Finland, in case you didn’t know (you wouldn’t be the first) is the country sandwiched between Sweden and Russia.  It’s a beautiful, clean, safe, socialist wonderland that has been home to me – an Arizona native- for the past 10 (TEN!!!) years.

Like many photographers, I was originally inspired by my children. When my first son was born, I didn’t want to miss a thing. Now three kids and three cameras later, I still can’t get enough of them. Practicing on them has taught me how to think on my feet, how to aim and fire with speed and accuracy, so I never miss a moment of YOUR session.

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STARTMay 2014
  • Stolen moments with a tutti

    I'm a working girl now.  Because I work.  All day.  Everyday.  Which is partly awesome and partly exhausting/overwhelming.  Which is something all working mothers know.  It's just that I didn't really know.  Because I haven't really done this before.  The whole work an eight hour day and then find time to grocery shop, clean, cook, and spend time with my kids thing.  Especially that last thing- the most important thing- spending time with my kids. Because, dang.  I miss them. Which is good.  I think I've said it before, but I needed to miss them.  I need to miss them.  It makes our time together better. Here is some time with Adelaide in photos.  Adelaide who grows bigger and more independent all the time.  Adelaide who grows into and then out of phases quicker than I can blink.  For instance, for a while when she was mad, she would make what we coined "the duck face."  She would stick her lips out so far she would cover her nostrils with them and then give us the stink eye.  I never got a photo of it, because she'd put that duck face away when I got a camera out.  And she eventually stopped altogether.  Probably because it had the exact opposite effect she intended- I'd just bust out laughing. So, Adelaide and I steal time together in the morning and straight after work.  She wakes up at 6:30 and then comes into bed and snuggles with me until 7, giving me the best 30 minute slow wake up ever.  She starts off still and silent and then we usually end up tickling and wrestling by 7.  It's great. And in the evening when she gets home from daycare- she just wants her tutti and another snuggle.  And most days, like today, this suits me just fine. I interrupted our snuggle time, because the sun came out (for the first time in five days), and I realized I don't have any recent photos of Ade, so we needed to rectify this.  I ended the snuggle, but I couldn't end the tutti time.  As you'll soon see. So, we started with some Napoleon/fire engine song action.

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    Which moved to some Moomin snuggles and car zooming.

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    And then I thought, "Hey, let's take this tutti away and get some photos without the giant piece of plastic covering half her face."


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    So, I returned the tutti to the now blotchy-faced kid.  Who game me teary-eyed smiles which warmed my heart.

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    And then I remembered I wanted to photograph her amazing mullet.

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    So, you know, that happened.

    Then she continued her siren song from her brother's bed.  Because he wasn't home to protest.

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    My baby is 19.5 months old.  She tries her hardest to get herself dressed.  She pees in the potty (which is not to say she's anywhere near potty trained).  She insists on washing her own hands.  She tries to help "clean" the house.  She refuses to sit in her stroller on bus rides or waiting for the bus.  Her song repertoire includes Itsy Bitsy Spider, Twinkle Twinkle, and Robin (Finland's teenage pop sensation)'s Boom-Kah.  She's not nearly as stubborn or impossible as she was a few months ago- the clawing has by and large stopped. She's at the best age she's ever been.

    I'm eagerly awaiting the start of Adelaide's speech.  Otherwise, I'd be happy to have her stay this age forever!

  • In the end, thank you…?

    Okay, I try to keep things uplifting on this site.  There's enough bad juju out on the interwebs to make even the happiest souls dark with sadness and despair. But I can keep silent no longer.  I have to speak out. Against children's soccer clubs in Helsinki. Because, dear readers, they're FLIPPIN' NUTS.  Totally insane.  Like, cuckoo bananas all up in this place.  
  • Autumn!!

    I was just talking with a friend on Thursday about the changes to my vocabulary since moving to Europe. 1.  I always say "trousers" now and never "pants."  Because in England, "pants" means "underwear" and I don't want to confuse the two. 2.  I use "pram" when talking about the big Mutsy stroller I use.  "Stroller" just doesn't cut it, because this thing is a beast.  In fact, I should probably start calling it a chariot, because it's a pretty sweet ride. 3.  I never say "fall" anymore.  Always "autumn."  I'm just afraid Finns won't know what I'm talking about if I say "Fall is coming."  This is my own hangup.  I bet 98% of Finns WOULD understand.  But just to make sure my meaning is clear, I say "autumn."  And autumn is the title of this post.  Or, rather, Autumn!! Because autumn is here.
  • Henry is Four

    You read that right.  Henry is four.  FOUR. This morning, lying in bed, mentally preparing the day's insane game plan to make his birthday party a reality, I stopped to think about Henry's previous birthdays.  His third birthday, spent in DC at the zoo.  His second birthday, spent at Hop Lop where he played floorball and waddled/ran all over the place.  His first birthday, totally jetlagged in Arizona, too tired to celebrate.  And of course, his BIRTHday- that precious moment when Henry flopped out, and I held him for the first time.
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