Sometimes, it’s refreshing to go out and just create. No shot list, no agenda, no must-have images, just the ability to free the soul and just make pictures without hesitation. Our only tools were the sunshine, a Diana F+ lens, and plenty of curiosity.
As a photographer, it’s humbling to see through a lens what other people experience every day. And with that comes a huge responsibility to get it right… so when a friend texted and asked me to photograph her husband’s homecoming from Iraq, I welled up with tears. That’s a big responsibility. She hasn’t seen him...
I remember those mornings like they were yesterday. Nervous with anticipation the night before (much like the night before the weddings I photograph now ) as the butterflies rolled around in my stomach and thoughts of what the next day, the new school year, would bring. New friends, new learning experiences, new sports teams, new...
I haven’t talked much about my half-marathon training lately. (Well, I haven’t talked about much of anything for that matter. Sorry for the radio silence the last few days.) The truth: Training for this race has gotten intense. Not hard, not bad…just intense. I’ve logged just over 20 miles in the last 7 days, and...
In the wake of the conversation that last week sent me slightly a-shakin’ in my boots…I am finding clarity. Who I am and why it makes me the right photographer for you. How we fit together, like chocolate chips and cookie dough. As such you might see a few changes here on the blog, my...
We have been enjoying the lovely weather lately…lying on our backs watching the clouds lazily float by, giggling at the shapes they make – a car, rooster, cowboys riding an alligator (ok, I just went along with that one). Little Man reminds me each day to see the beauty in the ordinary.
It was written in permanent marker on the exposed air duct of the sorority that I called home while in college, tucked in the corner of the basement of the century-old house where art majors dumped all their “stuff”. Drafting tables, markers and Diet Coke cans littering the floor, a testament to the late nights...
