Hello!

My name is Grace.

When I was a child, I never dreamt of becoming a photographer. I wanted to be a veterinarian, dress designer, or an ice dancer. I suppose that is how so many of the best things in life happen: unexpectedly, yet naturally.

While I have always loved art, it wasn't until I was 16 years old that I discovered the magic in the ability to freeze a moment in time.

Hello!

My name is Grace.

I was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska, spent part of that time in Juneau, and a brief second in Oregon for college. My husband Austin is a musician, worship pastor, and kick-ass artist. We are parents to two mini versions of ourselves and one accident prone labrador. 

When I was a child, I never dreamt of becoming a photographer. I wanted to be a veterinarian, dress designer, or an ice dancer. I suppose that is how so many of the best things in life happen: unexpectedly, yet naturally.

While I have always loved art, it wasn't until I was 16 years old that I discovered the magic that lies  in the ability to freeze a moment in time. I began my own 365 project (a self portrait each day for a year) as a way to and completed it just after my high school graduation in 2010. Now I am convinced, if you ever want to learn a skill, practice it every day. I grew more within that year than I ever had before or since. 

After that year, photographing my own face became stunningly boring. I began to photograph my friends and then their sibling's senior portraits. While I love the simplicity of portraits, it is capturing human interaction and the accompanying emotions that brings me the most joy. This is why I now dedicate the majority of my time in business to photographing couples in love, friends going on adventures, and families spending time together. 

While I still shoot portraits, these sessions have become much less about forcing everyone to smile at the camera and more about capturing people where they're at, doing what they love, together. 

I've never been someone who can easily articulate thoughts and feelings with words. Turning to images was an absolute relief and just made so much sense. 

The thing about art is that it is not merely functional, but beautiful and extravagant. 

I want don't only want to capture a moment the way is is, but how it feels.

For me this job is far more than documenting moments. I want to capture that feeling. 

I have been chasing this feeling with art for as long as I can remember. It is something that is difficult to put into words. So much so, that I have rarely ever tried.
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It is a kind of melancholy, but without sadness. More of a deep contentedness, turned together with a quiet nostalgia and joy filled longing.
It is the deep breath before the plunge, the feeling of sitting contentedly at a cliff’s edge, or your hair whipped violently about by a salted ocean breeze. It is the guttural drone of bagpipes, the lone whisper of strings. The freedom in pounding hooves. 
It is wild, soulful, contemplative. 
It is neither positive or negative. Just somewhere on it’s own, in between the two.
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For me, the best way to describe it is like a perfectly gray day in Juneau, Alaska.
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Perhaps that makes no sense at all, but it's as close as I'm able to get with words for now.
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