10/28/2026
Yesterday, while telling a new Texas client about the places here that remind me of Florida, my heart wandered back to Jonathan Dickinson State Park. One of my absolute favorite places to photograph. And suddenly, I found myself missing a place I didn’t realize I still held quite so close. 🤎
There’s a particular kind of homesickness that comes with looking back at a life you once lived. The golden light, the sandy trails, the familiar landscape. Florida gave us the best of both worlds: wild, beautiful places like this and the beach just fifteen minutes away. I don’t think I fully appreciated how special that was until it became a memory.
And these photographs hold an extra piece of my heart.
This is one of my favorite families, and Danielle is someone I’ll always be grateful for. She’s a photographer who took me under her wing, shared her knowledge, and taught me so much. Some people leave a mark on your life in ways that reach far beyond what they ever realize, and she’s one of those people for me.
Looking at these images feels like opening a little time capsule. A season of life, a place I loved, and people who made it even more meaningful.
I’m grateful for the beauty waiting for us in this new chapter of Texas life. But every now and then, my heart wanders back to the places that helped shape me.
Maybe that’s what photographs are for. Not just to remember what something looked like, but to remember what it felt like to be there.
And goodness, I miss this. 🤎
