My closest friends will tell you that the above phrase is one that I use the most, and also seemingly something I have the toughest time following! Growing up, it was no secret I loved to talk and tell stories about anything and everything to anyone who would listen. But what many didn't see or hear were the very quiet moments I spent tucked away in my bedroom, letting my imagination wander for hours while I crafted elaborate stories in stacks upon stacks of notebooks.
Years later, I found myself caught up in the hustle and bustle of a career in collegiate athletics but realized that somewhere along the way, my creative self had disappeared. In an attempt to fill that void, I purchased an entry-level camera. I told myself that at the very least, I could learn to take some decent images of family and friends, which would make my Facebook-obsessed mom very happy! I never imagined that my attempt at finding a creative outlet would evolve into much more.
As a photographer, I seek to capture the exceptionally big moments, as well as the small and subtle ones. My goal is to capture images full of warmth, detail, and emotion, so that when you flip back through your own life's pages,
the pictures tell a story that is uniquely yours.
Sipping chartreuse and green tea while looking at the most perfect white subway tile and hand painted signs. Driving through the mountains to Portland reminiscing about the best memories back home. Cozy sweaters, vintage demin, and Pabst while telling one of a kind love stories. The trials and tribulations of love, joy, and happiness. Lastly, champagne brunch and avocado toast while surrounded by the finest exposed brick, dreamcatchers, and maps to our souls. Dreamcatchers, macrame and 100 Days of Summer. Anthropologie trips and walks on the beach, love letters and secret admirers. Fall breeze, flannels, and hot cocoa. Whales and dinosaurs and handmade crafts. Salvage denim, antique leather bags, and the first time we watched Moonrise Kingdom.