05/27/2026
This week, my Dad passed away peacefully.
As I’ve tried to process this loss, I keep thinking about how much of Christina Jane Photography exists because of him.
Long before there was a studio, a business, publications, weddings, newborns, or any version of success… there was my dad believing in me.
When I first started my business, my parents opened their home to me completely. Their formal living room and dining room became my very first office and meeting space for clients. My dad helped me build bridal show displays by hand, paint my first office in Reading, drive me to trade shows with his truck, unload every backdrop and display, and stay until every last thing was packed back up at the end of the night.
He never complained. He never questioned whether it would work. He simply believed in me.
One thing he used to say to me was:
“Never lose sight in the magic you see in people and in places.”
And I never will.
My dad helped fund my studio dreams. He helped me survive the last ten years after losing my mom. He showed up for my children as an incredible grandfather and showed up for me as one of the safest, steadiest people I have ever known.
Over the last three years, his health declined significantly, and in many ways my role shifted from daughter to caregiver. Walking beside him through those difficult seasons was one of the greatest honors of my life. Caring for him, advocating for him, sitting with him in the hardest moments — those are moments I will carry forever.
I think so much of who I am as a photographer comes from him. The way I value presence. The way I notice quiet moments. The way I hold onto emotion, connection, memory, and legacy.
My work has always been about preserving people we love before moments become memories. Right now, I am especially grateful for photographs.
Thank you to everyone who has supported my family, given us grace, prayed for us, and loved us through this incredibly painful time. It means more than I can put into words.