Let me first begin by saying how lucky I feel. When I think back on my childhood memories, I can’t - for a second - begin to remember a moment in time where my dad wasn’t taking photos of my sister and I. It’s as though my entire childhood was documented in some way or another. From simple moments at home, to our family camping trips . . . it didn’t matter where we were, he was capturing us exactly as we were, in whatever moments we were in.

Being an adult, one of my favorite things to do is to look through the photo albums that contain all the photos he had taken over time. I won’t lie, It’s bittersweet - to have all these memories documented for what they were. To see a glimpse of past moments in the ‘now’, especially at such a different time in my life. I am filled with nostalgia, overwhelmed with appreciation, and fueled by passion from these photographs as they remind me just how important each and every moment of human life really is. While it isn’t so much the photo being captured that I stay in awe over, it is the realization that every single person living on this earth has a story worth being told.

As a photographer, I have learned that people are the heart of everything we do, if it wasn’t for those of you willing to trust me with documenting apart of your life story, I can’t say I’d love being behind the camera the way that I do. I wouldn’t know my passion without your vulnerability. It is not about the moment being perfect, rather it is about the memory taking place within the moment. Not every bit of our life is perfect. It can be messy, it can be chaotic, it can be fun, and that’s exactly what I like to capture - what’s real.

My intent, my joy with capturing these images, is that as years go by, they have the ability to resurface and regain feelings that the timeless moment once about.