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They go by many names:
Pa Pa

Some are silly; some are grouchy; some are quiet; some are loud, but no matter their exteriors, their insides are all the same…a soft, jelly filled center made of pure mushy love…

especially when they hold their grandchildren.

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Frank Frost at the Albuquerque International Sunport

You’ve seen our displays in the Albuquerque and Santa Fe theaters; you’ve seen our displays in the malls; and as of today, you will now see us at the beautiful Albuquerque International Sunport. If you’re flying Southwest Airlines, you can’t miss us, as our display is right outside Southwest’s ticketing counter. (And we love Southwest Airlines!)
Our display is made of 100 year old Northern NM barn doors, which are a great idea until you try to move them <grin> and the display is filled with images of our wonderful clients surrounded by our incredible New Mexico landscapes.
Happy people and warm smiles all in one of the prettiest places on the planet. We hope you like it as much as we do!
frank frost photography ©2016

Oh, Little Girls…

Oh, little girls…so tiny and wonderful; you have so much to look forward to.

One day you will ride a bike and learn to write your name and have sleepovers and argue over toys.
And then, clothes.
And then makeup.
One day you will have your first crush and your first heartbreak and then will come the day that you both go out into the world, strengthened by the love of your family and the bond of sisterhood.

But that day is far off.

For now, sleep little ones and let your world be filled with mama’s milk and soft blankets and dreams that only babies know.

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Our Year in Review

We met new clients.
We welcomed back old clients
We hiked, got wet, trudged through mud and snow, sweated through our clothes, swatted away gnats and fought the wind.
We marveled at how much the children grew in a year.
We met high school seniors all around the state: in the mountains, off road, on horses, in cars, in dance studios, on football fields, in the river…you name it.
We watched families come together, some for the first time in years, to remember the moment with a photograph.
We helped businesses look their best with headshots
We watched love bloom with the words, “I do.”
We said goodbye to dear friends.
We said hello to tiny new bundles fresh from heaven.
We worked hard
We laughed hard
And through it all, our hearts said what our hearts always say:
We love what we do.
From all of us at Frank Frost Photography, Happy New Year. Thank you for allowing us to be a part of your 2015! 
frank frost photography ©2015

My Name is 30×40

My name is 30×40.

I realize it’s an odd name, but that’s what I go by.

I’m 18 years old.

I live in a home on a wall over a fireplace.

I’ve lived here all my life. And well, it’s been nice.

I live with a family–if you look at me, you’ll see them smiling back at you.

They’re pretty great.

Actually, they look a bit different now.

That little boy is a man and that little girl is a young woman.

But I remember when they weren’t.

And I help them remember, too.

When I think back to 18 years ago, a lot has happened.

I remember the day I was put in this frame and hung on the wall.

I became a part of the living room.

Through the years, the children would glance up at me

And see themselves surrounded by the people who love them most in the world

(That has got to be a great feeling)

I’m not sure their little minds could grasp it fully

But each time they looked at me, the idea that they were loved and part of a family and very important was embedded deeper into their subconscious.

Day after day, year after year, I reminded them of that fact

I slowly came to realize that was my purpose…to remind them of their importance.

As they played with their trucks and their dolls, and then, in later years, with their video games and their iPhones, I stood over them.

A constant steady reminder that they are part of this thing called “Family.”

That they matter in the world.

Over the years, others have come to join me
Even our little buddy, 11×14

We all work together to remind these children, this family, of what they mean to each other.

Soon, they will be gone, out, into the world.
But when they come home, they will see me once again

And they will marvel at how little they once were

And how loved they’ve always been.


frank frost photography ©2015