10/01/2026
every bottle of wh***ey handed to us at the end of a shoot. every handwritten thank you card. every inquiry that starts with how you met, what you were wearing, what you remember, and how it felt
and then there are the quieter stories. the ones where you tell us you feel vulnerable. that being photographed scares the s**t out of you. that you’re trusting us to pull you into a space where maybe, for a moment, you can see yourself differently. maybe even love what you see
that’s heavy stuff. I don’t take any of it for granted
I appreciate you. your stories. your trust. the fact that you continually let us into something that belongs to you
I’ve become increasingly selective about who we work with because this kind of work needs space. we need room to pay attention, to collaborate, to actually see you. we’re not taking your picture. we’re capturing a moment in time, and that moment is you
and yes… all of this was going through my head while we took a rooftop selfie today during a session with a Minnesota based author writing about the Keweenaw Peninsula
sometimes gratitude shows up with really good light, vertigo, and your hair doing whatever the hell it wants
