Between everything from photography, painting, illustration, botany, baking with sourdough, and art history, to the desire (but as of yet, none of the knowledge) to keep bees and learn stone masonry — I’m something of a serial hobbyist. So many aspects of art bring me joy, but photography is the one thing that has truly stuck since the day I picked up a camera in high school. Maybe it’s the tendency to hoard sentimental things, or the same sickening nostalgia that won’t allow me to toss out that jar of pebbles and sea glass on my windowsill, but photographs mean the world to me.

The few I have of my grandparents together, my own parents’ wedding album, my husband and I, the birth of our children — moments that may have lost their detail in my mind and stories I would not have known if it weren’t for the visual evidence. Something about that has always enthralled me.

My husband, Austin, and I were married young, are parents to two (8 and 11 years old) and are believers in the saving grace of Jesus. We recently moved to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Northeast Tennessee, where we’re settling into a slower rhythm of life. Before that, we called Alaska home for many years—and it still holds a special piece in our hearts. 

Though we’re now based in Tennessee, travel is still central to my work. Each summer, I return to Alaska to photograph weddings, and am always open to traveling wherever a story calls—whether that’s somewhere familiar or somewhere new.