04/07/2026
Eight years ago, I took a leap of faith and stepped into a lifelong dream.
I chose this town because I believed in the life I could build here. I still do.
Since then, life has been full in every possible way. I am raising six kids, living in the constant motion of practices, school events, messy homes, loud dinners, and quiet moments I try to hold onto. It is beautiful and overwhelming all at once. And somewhere in the middle of all of that, I picked up my camera and started chasing something that felt like me.
Photography is not just something I do. It is how I see people. It is how I hold onto moments that pass too quickly. It is how I tell stories that deserve to be remembered.
And I want so badly to do that here. For this community. For the people who make this place feel like home.
But if I am being honest, this has been one of the hardest things I have ever tried to build.
There are days it feels frustrating. Days it feels defeating. Days I walk away wondering why it feels so hard to find my place here. It is not easy coming into a place where roots run deep and names are already known, where people have grown up together and built their lives side by side. And sometimes it leaves me feeling like I am just outside of that, trying to find where I fit.
It makes me self conscious in ways I did not expect. It makes me question myself, even when I know how much heart I pour into what I do.
But I am still here.
Still showing up. Still learning. Still growing. Still picking up my camera and giving everything I have to the people who trust me with their moments.
Because every session means something to me. It is a stepping stone. It is a piece of the dream I am actively building. It is another layer of who I am becoming as a woman, as a mother, and as a photographer. And it is another story, another connection, another person I am truly grateful to know.
I chose this place. I am building here. And I am going to keep pouring my heart into every story I am trusted to tell.
