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I'm Laurken

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LAR-KIN. FREE RANGE MOTHER, FARMERS LOVER, THAT FRIEND, SERIAL HOBBYIST, DOCUMENTARIAN, SUGAR ADDICT, TENACIOUS BLACK THUMB GARDENER, RESENTFULLY EMPATHIC, COLLECTOR OF WORDS, SALTY DOMINICAN, OCCASIONAL ANARCHIST, DEEPLY HUMAN.

I embody a multitude of descriptors in my day to day and I've been called many names, but “Mama” is my favorite. My 3 sons are the reason photographs mean anything to me. The reason anything means anything to me. Their faces on paper remind me in concrete terms that time is cruel. That it pushes forward, changing and aging everyone and everything. A photograph isn’t merely light reacting with chemicals on paper, it’s a door that spills you out into a day when your dad was still sleeping in his favorite chair. The moment your child hurled their first cry into the anxious waiting air. They conjure up the lingering smell of baby powder and cherry cough drops that clung to your grandmother and the texture of all the hands and skin you can’t touch in this reality anymore. Photographs holds space for that last time you were together and the final words you heard leave their lips. They are the most important thing next to the people in them and they are undeniable evidence that we love and we are loved.

The TLDR version? My passion for this perspective of photography is truly endless and I hope you'll join me for what's to come. 


what i love

ORANGE ALPACA socks and EATING A COOKIE IN THE KITCHEN AT 2 AM

buring expensive candles like it's my middle name

My husband is a 5th generation wheat farmer with clay stained skin and hands hardened by the grit of working the same land his ancestors did 160 years ago. Our house stands on this very land and I walk the same footpaths that his great great great grandmother had. Farming is something I never saw myself involved in, and yet life always gets the last laugh. So I spend summers soaked in sweat and gratitude shoulder to shoulder alongside my husband and oldest son working to finish the harvest, all between travel for my own work. I'm constantly tugged in every direction, by kids, by work, and by our land, but my farmer and I always make it work and there is nothing more beautiful to me than the dirt on his face and the roughness of his palms.

I have never felt a love like this.