If you really knew me —
all my skills, all my flaws, all my fascinations, the whole messy miracle —
— then you’d know:
: That I love to look you in the eye.
: That I want to hug you to the core.
: That I will do just about anything for a decaf Americano.
: That my heart was called to photography after my mother died, because I treasured the images she’d left behind, and I wanted to create more — for myself, and for my son.
: That I’ll never get tired of capturing children on camera. Partly because I couldn’t have as many as I wanted. But mostly because they’re so. damn. cute.
: That I believe photographs can be teachers, reminders and tokens of connection — just like a wedding ring, a tattoo, or a whispered promise.
: That I believe anyone can become a photographer. And that all you need is curiosity, practice, and a desire to document the little moments in between the bigger moments. (Oh, and a camera. You need one of those, too.)
: That my work has been featured in three print books, and in magazines like Country Living, Somerset Studio, Where Women Create, Today’s Parent, Romantic Homes and Spirituality & Health. (But that I’d still make art, every day, even if no one was watching).
: That I began my career in anthropology + biology. And that I’m fascinated by human beings — why we love, how we live, what we want, who we are.
: That I’ll be climbing trees for as long as my limbs will carry me.
: That after working with me, you will feel at home in your skin — and at peace with your life. Not because of the photos, the prints, or the frames. But because you will see that the choices you’ve made are beautiful ones.