I did not grow up in a military family… per se. I’m one of those daughters whose father was drafted. Whose father fought in a war that his country didn’t support. Whose father had an important job when he was there, but I won’t ever know much about it. Whose father came home in street...
Some perfect warm October days are meant to be outside. Taking different roads. Climbing new rocks. Under blue bird skies. Dancing in the sun. Soaking up the last breath of fall
Less than 48 hours I was shooting under this tree. Its leaves were blazing. Perfect autumn hues. Burgundy. Burnt orange. Mustard yellow. A little girl was giggling and grabbing them. And today… they cover the ground. 48 hours. That’s all it took for them to fall. It’s my job to find the colors. It’s my...
I’m a family photographer in Southeast Wyoming. A place where the weather is as temperamental as a teenage girl. It’s moods change from hour to hour. It had been nearly 80 degrees the day before. It was 35 when these were taken. It had been pouring rain just 10 miles up the road. But just...
When you pull onto the dirt road leading up to the farm, it’s inevitable that you scare up a flock of black birds hiding in the bushes and they scatter to the wind, swooshing in front of your car. Landing on the phone lines in the distance. The dust gathers behind you. And...