Life with two brothers meant I didn't grow up dreaming of my wedding like some little girls do. We spent our days playing knock out or chasing cows or wakeboarding. I loved keeping up with the boys and going on their adventures, but something sparked when my dad handed me his old camera. I became an observer of light, of people, of moments that were about to happen.
And that's how I fell in love with wedding photography. It's anticipating things before they happen. That might be emotion or a reaction or a dip on the dancefloor... or a slip on the dancefloor. It's what has kept me interested in this career for so long. Knowing you just memorialized something that perfectly captured the day. Something other people might not have noticed, but will see the photo and instantly feel connected to.
I met my husband on a Tuesday evening at Whole Foods. He was going down the escalator with a bottle of red wine. When he introduced himself, I was so taken aback by his bright blue eyes that I sat silently (literally) and shook his hand. After our first date I knew I'd marry him.
Two years later, after he completed a nine month motorcycle trip around the world, we got married in Paris with just our families. It was rainy and magical.
We added Hazel, an irish setter + poodle, to the family and thought we couldn't ever love anything more. But then we had our first baby, Charlie, a curly haired + blue eyed + smiley boy and most recently Tilley, tbd on her hair and personality.