I grew up with a camera in hand, and if you know me in my adult life, that’s still true. What obsession started in elementary school when my Dad lent me his old Kodak camera for a field trip, quickly became the center of my world. As I entered my early teens, I started booking clients. 

Growing up, I hit the jackpot  living on 40+ acres that not only sat at the base of two stunning mountain peaks (The Twin Sisters), but also came "fully loaded" with a spot we called The Bone Yard. The family we rented from had a large array of old trucks, tractors, old derby cars, and even a huge old bus that they collected down there. There was also a number of buildings, barns and what used to be an old saw mill. As a child, this was a dream for the neighbor boys and I. It served as the source of all of our materials for the countless forts we built across the property throughout the years and became the place my business began.

"One man's trash, is another man's treasure," they say. And man, I couldn't agree more. What was mostly junk to them, was everything to me as a new creative. All I saw was a variety of backdrops, buildings, textures, and more or less props. And the best part? No other photographer had access to it. 

Between The Bone Yard, and the neighboring ranch The Triangle W, I had everything I needed. Except, I didn't even have a driver's license yet. Luckily, I was able to convince my Dad to let me borrow his truck to go meet my clients for my shoots. I was only allowed to go as far as the highway to meet them so they could follow me back up the county road to where we'd be shooting. 

Once my business began to grow and I started to book sessions beyond our property, my Dad would have to drive me to my sessions (and so graciously sit and wait around for me to be done.) Fun fact- he drove me to my first few weddings! 

Now not only do I shoot professionally, but I am unapologetically the friend that’s always taking photos. Shamelessly, I have 90K photos in my camera role alone on my phone and my gal pals know they can count on me to have our girl’s night highlights covered. (And the embarrassing, more cringey, “swear you’ll never share these on the internet” kinds of photos too, OF COURSE.) 

I often think about the phrase “These are the good ole days,” and the following thought about how we never truly realize that until the years have come and gone. Taking photos has always been a passion of mine, but this job holds increasingly more value as I’ve gotten older and there’s more and more instances of having “nothing left, but the photo.”

MY STORY IS KIND OF CLICHE. LIKE MOST PHOTOGRAPHER’S I PICKED UP A CAMERA WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND NEVER REALLY PUT IT DOWN. TEN YEARS LATER, HERE I AM. 

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