I love the calm hum of music filling the house at night; the kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket. Most evenings you’ll find candles lit o the fireplace, incense burning, and a cup of sweet tea nearby. I’m happiest on foggy days and slow evenings, the air heavy and still, when the world feels softer around the edges. Forests, ocean air, and wide open fields at sunset always pull me back to myself. I’m drawn to the moodiness of dark academia, the warmth of old books, the glow of lamplight, the quiet comfort of rain soaked streets. I think that’s what I love most about photography too. It reminds me that beauty lives in the calm, the in-between, and the moments that don’t ask to be noticed.

Little pieces of me..

I was editing a styled elopement on the plane home from a workshop in California. It wasn’t a real elopement, the couple had been married for years. But while I worked, I kept noticing the way the man looked at his wife. There was such tenderness in his expression, an indescribable kind of love, as if the world had quieted and it was only the two of them.

It made me think back to another session we'd photographed the day before. A carefree couple full of laughter and wild spirit. The contrast between them made me pause. He looked at his wife as if she was the most extraordinary person on earth. He loved her exactly as she was, untamed, full of life, and endlessly herself.

And I won’t lie to you, I teared up right there on that late flight. Maybe it was exhaustion, but I think it was something more. It was the moment I realized why I love what I do. I find so much joy in the way two people, completely themselves and completely in love, look at each other. Not just for the camera, but in the quiet, unguarded moments in between. Whether they’re playful and full of energy or calm and steady, I want to capture that feeling, the honest, tender kind of love that exists when no one else is watching.

Why I love what I do: