Photograhy ismy air...

I saw a quote somewhere once about how if all you can think about is the thing you want to do, from the moment you wake to the moment you go to sleep, then that’s how you know you were meant for it.

Black and white photo of a woman standing on a city street, holding a camera up to her face, wearing a checkered coat, dress, fishnet stockings, and boots.
A woman with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a warm smile. She is wearing a rust-colored knitted cardigan with buttons and a delicate V-shaped necklace.

Origin story?

Autism. Let’s just be far too honest. But it’s the autism. I struggle to articulate myself clearly sometimes. Which is hilarious as I have a BA in Communications.

I see everything. I take in everything. The camera acts as a filter. Letting me focus.

Dry grass seed head silhouetted against a warm, golden sunset sky.
A person taking a photo of themselves in a car rearview mirror with a camera.

I’ve been behind the camera longer than I can remember. Maybe that’s why it took me so long to find my way back home to it. It always just seemed like a personal passion. And now I can’t imagine my life doing anything else.

Everything I’ve experienced, loved, learned, and noticed shapes the way I see the world—and therefore the photographs I make. My work is as much a portrait of me as it is of the people in front of my camera.

The way I see it…

Line drawing of mountains and a row of wind turbines on a hillside.

Welcome to my world.

My work is driven by connection. To the people and the world around me. I have been so blessed with such a full life (seriously, I have STORIES for days) that every photo I give, is a photo I would want for myself. Because it’s more than a photo. It’s a portal back in time, to a place, a memory, a feeling.