Our Portraits | Adam Mullins Photography

Our Portraits | Adam Mullins Photography

What a treat it was to spend time with Adam and Sarah! These two are quality friends that I have been absolutely blessed by time and time again. Last year Sarah had to take some time off after they welcomed a new baby to the family, so they asked me to step in and assist Adam with some weddings in her absence. From the client meetings I attended with them, to the shoots I joined them on and ultimately the weddings I shot, I can confidently say that these two are gems and some of the most genuine and amazing people you could ever know.

Greetings from Nashville | Our first month in Music City

Greetings from Nashville | Our first month in Music City

Today's blog post is a humbling one. I had planned a much cheerier update for my first contact from Middle Tennessee, but in my efforts to remain personal and real, I know I have to share our story! Apologies in advance for how long this is, but there's a treat at the end if you read the whole thing!

Christmas in the Loft

Christmas in the Loft

Growing up, we would put up our artificial tree on black Friday and by Saturday every corner in our house had been touched by Christmas. The tree was beautiful with white lights, pearl string beads, red and gold ornaments, and a silver bell for all every Christmas my sister and I had been around for! One year my dad, sister, and I got to cut down a real tree to put in another room of the house. This tree had long needles and was more wide than it was tall. Mom had whipped up some fake snow and we got to decorate the tree with globs of this "snow," multi-colored lights and whatever wacky ornament our heart desired!

Personal Introduction | Meet Carla

I was named Carla Jane after my father, Carl James III, when I wasn't a boy. (Surprise!! Sorry to end the streak for you there, Carl's 1-3.) I branded my business as Carla Jane Photography in high school when I hoped I wouldn't keep my maiden name forever, but I'm more than fine with you just calling me "Carla." I grew up in a really small town that had more cows than people. In fact, we lived beside my grandparents farm where I wasn't allowed to name the cows--something about it being bad practice to name your meals?